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- Sura - 07-18-2012 [html]
- Alessandra Von Sin - 07-18-2012 [html]ooc; lol awww so cute. "Wocks wocks wocks war wy waworite wiend wecaus wey wont wever wompwain wor woss we wound we war wood wand ward wand wun wo warry wound win wy wouf..." Alessandra perked up, her ears rising to full attention at the strange little voice that floated through the foliage. Carefully she rose up, brushing off the leaves and dry grass that stuck to her pelt before creeping through the underbrush. Branches caught her black fur and she cursed quietly, making a hole in the brush by peeling apart a few branches. Playing on what seemed to be a dry riverbed was a border collie puppy, with peculiar colored eyes. Less brushed her long white hair back and looked back at Maximilian and Valhalla, and motioned for them to stay there. Max was so big and the puppy was so small, it would do no good for him to scare her off. Alessandra pushed her midnight colored body through the trees and stepped out onto the rocky bed of the not-river. Icy blue eyes stared at the hybrid form of the collie, and she smiled at the youngster. Why was she alone? Didn't she know it was dangerous to be alone? Lessa cleared her throat and stepped forward, hands held behind her back as she waited for the puppy to notice her. Today she did not wear her skull, and her bleached skeleton markings were evident on her face and her slender hands. "Why are you all alone, dear? It is dangerous out here you know.. " She asked gently, her tail swaying behind her in an amused manner. [/html]- Sura - 07-18-2012 OOC Who's Valhalla? [html]
- Alessandra Von Sin - 07-21-2012 [html] Alessandra watched the young puppy carefully, her facial expression remaining amused. Only a pup would say such things and after the small collie hybrid finished Lessa laughed, finding this small little thing hilarious. " I can assure you that I do not have feces on my face small one. I bleached my fur and then put white chalk on top of it so that it remains white. " She replied, then paused to allow the other to continue. What she said next confused and troubled the skeleton-esque woman, and her face twisted up in response. I hope she isn't serious... Any mother who did such a thing surely couldn't be a good mother at all, and perhaps that was why the young puppy was alone. However, Less could small the tell-tale scent of pack on her, so maybe she simply strayed too far from the protection of the borders. " I like your rock. I'm sure under your care he will flourish. However, I am not alone. My... friend is back there, with my horse. Maximilian and Valhalla. My name, is Alessandra. What is yours? " She asked, pausing in reference to Max. He had been her slave for so long she was still having trouble referring to him other wise, but in her heart she knew he was never really her slave. More like a cherished companion. Lessa sighed and approached the other a little closer, but kept her distance. Maybe she could relate better if she was on the same level. The midnight colored woman closed her eyes and steadied her breathing before shifting, the process taking less then a minute. As soon as she was on all fours and in her lupus form she shook out her fur and cleared her throat, opening her mystic blue eyes to gaze at the lavender-colored hues of the smaller female. " Do you belong to a pack, little one? She asked, her tone kind. Max and Less were alone save for her warhorse, Valhalla. Maybe her pack would be a suitable home for the trio. [/html]- Sura - 07-23-2012 [html] "Why you does dat? Walk goes on da gwound, not in da face or on ur paws or up ur nose or up ur butt...", she began to recant something with a repetitive tone, as if perhaps a fragment of a lecture from her mother after a particular misadventure with the object. There was silence as Allessandra remarked on her rock and introduced her companions. The silence continued afterwards, as well, as if Sura was contemplating something. "My wock is shy.", she replied at last, and suddenly began bashing it onto the ground, until it went a ways further into the dirt than the rest. The movements resembled violent stabbing. Sura covered it up with sand. "Dere it hides now but it wemoves my pwotective magics.", she elaborated, and began to use her paw to draw a circle around her. the end result resembled more of a squiggle than any shape. "I makes my magics again it pwotects me." "Oh you have two howses? My momma saws awot abouts howses. She say... she say dat howses only widdens by no-goods fouw-beast pwostitutes n' swave twaders who shoulds gowes to wells cauz dey stupids n no goods and awful souls dat neber shoulds sees wites of day! I not know why she no wikes howses or wants to be fwiends wif dem but my momma is my momma. Dis one times I uses one of dose words she say n she gots mads and punishes me and says dat a Bad Wowd." "Yes, a pack habs me. It is nice and goods packs and we have gawdens wif fwowers were we gwows souls n makes ebeyone heals n' happy. Dey are vewy nice n' no one bugs me or tweats me wike baby. We wives in big howses n some howses wound too and some eben has pets! Dis one time I saw one pets a cat! But I wanted chases it so I wuns n hides. Hab you seen our gardens? Is vewy big, we gwows wuffs, n da fwowers heaws dose souls n wuffs. "Oh wook, you are wike me nows, I dinks ebeywones pwettiers dat way. But yer woobies wents away.", she remarked on Alessandra's canid form. |