When the Wind blows......[m] - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: When the Wind blows......[m] (/showthread.php?tid=4970) |
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- Whinifred - 02-14-2009 [html] http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... rsig-3.png); background-position: top left; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
WC:300+ Whinifred took in a deep breath as she sat in the cool spring grass. She pushed her hand through her loose blonde hair, her bangs falling back onto her face after her hand had past. Soft blue and half green eyes scanned over the barren land of Phoenix valley. It was so desolate here in these lands, like an old tapesty the threads were starting to unweave and unless the artist came back and started to put them back together; this peice of art would fall apart. The french women shook her head and put her hands on the ground to push herself up to a standing posistion, her blonde mane brushing her back and rear. Standing there in with her arms crossed over her chest Fred wondered about the leader of this pack. The man named Jefferson was confusing to her. Then again, she saw things in a narrow minded way and Whinnie knew it. She had to too be a negatiagor. Had to know the right words to say to someone, how to make people change their minds. A smirk took the corner of her mouth. Whinifred knew she would have to play her cards right to make this work.
Moving away from the trees she walked towards the mill. It was rickity and old, but something about the building comforted her. Once she had made it to stand by the old sturcture she put her hand out on the old timber wood and just started at it. The feeling of mold and rotting wood wasn't unpleasent just another reality of what time did to things. When she had left her birth pack she had had a taste of reality, though her life hadn't been completly unpleasent she never would take back the horrible thing she had done, because it gave her great saticfaction for the pain she had caused them. A secret smile pulled up on the young strawberry blonde womens maw, as she stood at the mill with her hand on it. - Lysander - 02-16-2009 [html]
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She kept staring at that wood. Under her hand it felt brittle, but wise from age. Question was, how could a nonliving thing be wise? She wasn't sure, but Fred knew it was possible. The she wolf had been to deep in thought and her own moment that when she felt the hand put on her wrist a loud growl emitted from her usually soft lungs, and her blue and half green eyes went to the stranger. Her teeth were bared and an angry expression staied on her face even after he spoke. Yanking her wrist back she looked up at him from her short stature."Ne me touche pas! She growled, not liking others to touch her. Whinifred had never liked it. Expecially when this stranger had made her stomach drop and the skin around her wrist come alive. Fred had to tilte her head back to look at the male, it didn't make her feel inferior at all, just like the short french women she was.
"You shouldn't do such things to a female Monsiur. You will find that you will get bitten if you do." She said lowly anger still hinted in her words. Looking at the braclet she didn't move to grab or look closer at it, but kept a defensive stance to the man. He was lucky she didn't have daggers on her when he grabbed her, the last man that had scared her like didn't have his left eye any more. "Why do you scare me so for something so simple?" Whini questioned her gaze questioning, and her stout body in a defensive posistion. D: I'm sorry I didn't mean to post in Svara's account - Lysander - 02-16-2009 [html]
- Whinifred - 02-16-2009 [html] http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... rsig-3.png); background-position: top left; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
Whini let her eye brow raise to the male. Something about his additude, she knew what he was. This was a fake one. The type that played you false to get what they wanted, or at least the ladies, a charmer. Whinifred suddenly wanted to play his game. She didn't want to listen to all this small talk. If he wanted something she would ask him. Watching his hand drop with the beads Freds own hand flashed out quickly grabbing the hand that he held the beads in. Looking at those beads and smirked deviously. "Drop the act Monsuir, if you want something of me then tell me so I may help you." Her blue eyes looked him over slowly, his coat was strong beautiful shades, and his eyes a strong grey.
Taking his hand she opened his fingers gently to see the beads. Taking the beads out Fred looked at them. They were quit beautiful though she was sure this was just his plore to get what he wanted. Only thing was that the french women didn't like to play it this way. Letting her eyes drift back to him she gave him a sassy look. "Je pense qu'ils sont captivants" She said gently while putting her hand out to hand them back. " même si je pense avoir trouvé quelque chose d'encore plus captivante" She murmured as she held that peice of jewelry out to the man. - Lysander - 02-16-2009 [html]
- Svara Thames - 02-16-2009 OMG if I DO THIS ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR! D: - Whinifred - 02-16-2009 [html] http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... rsig-3.png); background-position: top left; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
Fred watched him closely. The way he went about doing things. For some reason, she was having fun. The males way of acting was so amusing, and so different. It was a challenge to try to understand him, and that was what made him all the more intertaining. The jewels were snatched out of her hands making her grin gently at him, that sassy look on her young face. His harsh words made her hum in thought. Standing on her tip toes she let her pink nose rest into his fur and take a deep long breath. His fur smelt like wood and male scents, things that couldn't be explained or identified.
Leaning back onto her heels and shaking her head while tsking she looked up at him with her blue and half green eyes. "You don't smell like another female, and I'd have to say you were quit egar to show me that peice when you first arrived." She pointed out with a suducitve little grin and twinkle in her eyes. "la femme qui est de vous la volonté de son avoir de la chance Whinifred murmured making sure her eyes skimmed over his body while she said it. The female was teasing him now, she wanted to play; have fun. This male would be hers to play with, if she wasn't to rusty at the game. - Lysander - 02-16-2009 [html]
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She didn't change her beautiful smile from her face. Not even when the man questioned her lack of a mate. Was she supposed to be angry about something that was true? Whinnie shook her head her extremly long blonde hair brushing her rump and lower back with the movement of her head. It had been a long time since she had had this much fun. Looking up at the male she snorted gently. His words made him an easy target, but she really didn't feel like pulling him down a notch at the moment. If he thought he was going to bait her he was sorly mistaken. "I don't have a mate because he is dead, and I'm quit happy of it to be honost." Whinifred was happy that her whole last pack was dead. They had deserved it for the betrayal they had served her and her sister. It was bullshit when they said packs were loyal to each other, they were only loyal to themselves. "He didn't even get a chance to really become may mate, the fool should have known better." Whinnie said in a tone that was low and holding many mixed emotions.
Whinifred pursed her lips while looking back up at the grey and white male. pourquoi les beaux-vous jouer à ce jeu? Whinifred murmured not wanting the male to know what she was really saying. "you don't look like the type to have a mate to hold you down monsieur." Whinnie kept that knowing smirk on the corner of her mouth and she walked slowly to the side moving past him, making sure to brush against him as she passed. " To be quit frank Monsieur you don't look like the type to pass up an invitation to anything." Whinifred was laughing on the inside. This game this teasing was more fun then she had ever expected to find in a long time. - Lysander - 02-16-2009 [html]
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Whinnie looked back at the male over her shoulder, she was only a foot behind him. His words made that delicate smile remain. Putting her hand up she moved her hair out of her face. Her young beautiful eyes locked onto the male. He was unbelievably handsome so much so she was finding it harder to play his game, but Fred stuck in there, her smile never faultering. His words had been harsh, but Whinnie knew she deserved them on some level. What women was so cold that they betrayed their whole pack for the life of her and her sister? It had been the reason she didn't tell Monsieur jefferson of her past. He wouldn't have liked to hear the grey reality. "Yeah your probably right Monsieur. He is probably in a much warmer place then mon arms." Whinnie said grinning. The strawberry blonde female couldn't help but want to laugh. It was ludacric how she indulged this stranger. His name wasn't even in her knowledge yet. "I'm not inviting you to anything. Yet, Monsieur." She said gently walking up behind him and touching his upper arm. It amazed her how small she was compared to the male. With her hand on his soft fur she looked up and him, her blue gaze staring into his grey one. "I'm only playing your game monsieur. Nothing more nothing less."
Looking down at his hands the one that he held the beads in was clenched into a fist. Grabbing the hand again Whinifred moved her hands over his hard clenched one, her eyes looking down and not at the strangers face. "My name is Whinifred." She lifted his hard clenched hand to her maw and gave in a tender kiss, like most french a welcoming. Et je pense que cela pourrait être le début d'une amitié monsieur Now she looked into his grey eyes. - Lysander - 02-16-2009 [html]
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Fred had not expected him to push her. With nothing to grab onto she fell back into the light snow. Her rump pulsed with pain. With her short stature it hadn't been much of a fall, but it had been a stab at her pride for sure. The beads were thrown at her as the male turned and trotted away from her, ducking behind some trees a few yards away. Her long blonde hair had come loose from being pushed, the leather tie had fallen somewhere in the snow, lost to her most likely. Grumbling in frustration she picked up the glass bead peice of jewelry and looked at it again. The peice was quit breath taking, much like it's owner. Getting up to her feet gracfully, Fred took the time to wipe the snow from her strawberry blonde coat. His words had of course been a denile of the game they played, but Whinifred was no idiot. With the braclet braced in her hand she started after the male. Frustration was in her, and she wanted to know it. If he was going to push her around she would make sure to hurt him in return, maybe she would hold her revenge for a later date. Following his paw steps she made her way to where he had gone. Her own feet made crunching noises in the white snow as she got closer.
When she turned the corner and around one of the many tall trees she found her stranger. His hand down betwix his legs, and a pleasurable look on his face. Whinifred stood stalk still shocked so much she couldn't move. Her blue and half green eyes wide and her breathing had stopped. Heat rose up into her face and ears as embarrasment engulfed her. Finally she snapped out of her shock and turned around quickly and clumsly. "Desole, Desole, Desole, monsieur." The young women still couldn't move, her back to the man who was releiving himself. This was part of the game Whinnie didn't know how to play. - Lysander - 02-16-2009 [html]
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Whinnie couldn't believe she had walked on his masturbating. Something inside her was burning at the thought, her body was on fire and her face was unbelievably hot. Her blonde mane was free and moving all over the place when a slight breeze would pick up. The french women was afraid to move her back to him. It felt like eternity standing there. Her heart was thumping wildly in her chest, her stomach was empty and she wanted so badly to look over her shoulder, but couldn't find it in herself. His words came out and it made her hiccup suddenly. Whinifred ground her teeth. She didn't like her nervuos habbit. "Monsieur, I didn't mean to..." She whispered. Suddenly his hand was on her wrist and she was turned around her back pressed snuggly against the tree he had been leaning on only a few moments before. She wanted so badly to look down, but she kept her blue eyes up to his grey ones. She didn't know what to do or say, her mouth slightly open from shock. His french words came out surprising her, making her ears go flat on her head and she just stared up at the male before a smile formed on her face.
"Oui, monsieur. Oui"Whinnie said in a whisper, the smile on her face never leaving. The strawberry blonde she wolf didn't feel trapped between the stranger and the tree, just this excitment that she had never felt before. "Tell me your name Monsieur." She said gently wanting to know it at that very moment. Whinifred moved her right leg against his trying to understand and play this new game. It was strange how she didn't feel akward around this stranger. How it almost felt like she had known him for years instead of a half hour. "Do you say you have a mate now Monsieur?" She asked her french accent even thicker then normal with her nerves she was trying to hide so despratly. - Lysander - 02-18-2009 [html]
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