Round two - 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: Round two (/showthread.php?tid=5155) |
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- Lysander - 02-28-2009 [html]
- Whinifred - 02-28-2009 [html] Whinnie sat down with the dagger she had and a peice of wood and some animal gut dried and pulled into string. The bow was almost finished being carved out, the thing was tall along three and a half feet. Admiring the beautiful peice of work, whinifred moved her hand over the smooth wood with the wolves carved out of it's thick side. Whinifred grinned and leaned back against the tree she had taken the wood from. merci mon ami pour ce don She said to the tree who had given her it's limb. After petting her new weapon Fred took the dagger and went about carving arrows out of other peices of wood she had. She stopped when the smell of something familiar reached her nose. More like someone familiar. A mischivious grin pulled on the french womens face. Grabbing her bow and the arrows she had finished whinifred slung the bow on her shoulder and held the small amount of arrows. She moved out from the trees and saw him. Lysander sat in the front of his cabin. The french women just stood there short and curvy watching him from beside a tree. The strawberry blonde girl watched him dust his coat off and look at the sky. She knew he wouldn't notice her over here. The breeze was in her favor, drifting his scent towards her and hers away from him. The last time she had seen him had been at the pack meet and he hadn't really given her much notice. Though Fred hadn't expected much better out of him. After a time she watched him retreat back into his dwelling. Whinifred knew she would have to keep this cabin in mind when it came to Lysander. Pulling her bow up higher on her shoulder Whinnie grinned almost deviously and made her way towards that cabin. It was a beautiful day. The grass was lush under her feet as she moved. Her blonde hair swaying as she walked, brushing her hips and lower back every time she took a step. Once she made her way to the cabin Fred could smell him even more. Her hand went to the bracelett around her left wrist. She had put it on after the pack meeting. Moving to the cabin she went to the door and thought about knocking but didn't instead she went inside. In the cabin it was empty of furniture making Whinifred raise her eye brow. Why didn't he have......She stopped in her thought process when she saw him sleeping on the floor. It was amazing how vunrable people looked in their sleep.
vous montrez votre vrai visage quand les yeux sont fermés Fred whispered under her breath. Moving towards him she kneeled down to the ground and set her bow and arrows down gently before letting her hand move forwards to his face moving it through his soft fur. He wouldn't like this she was sure. He was a guarded character, one with games and many faces. She knew his type, but he was unique and he intruiged her, and maybe he also turned her on. - Lysander - 02-28-2009 [html]
- Whinifred - 02-28-2009 [html] Whinnie hadn't expected him to wake up so quickly. Then again the french women wasn't a deep sleeper either. Fred also hadn't expected him to put his hand up to her face. It didn't seem like something he would do, but then again how well did she know this male? Moving to a sitting posistion instead of kneeling on the hard wood she watched him with her blue and half green eyes. He was so interesting to her. You never knew what you were going to get with him, and it made her excited to see what he would do next. Sitting there with his hand on her face just like she had put her own hand on his, Whinifred felt almost cared for. His words and groggy actions made the strawberry blonde women smile. "et l'amour, If you want something to eat I guess I would be happy to get you something, but a french women never does nothing for free." She said gently not really meaning anything sexual, but if it came out that way Fred wasn't in any hurry to correct it. Azzur eyes focused on him while he scratched his head. She could admire the man and his ability to captivate her.
After his little stretch and look around his question presented to her made Fred laugh. "You wouldn't expect it of me would you?" She grinned at him fully her eyes twinkeling. "And by the way Monsieur I do have a hobby and it is stalking you." She said with a spunky tone, her french accent thick. "Though I have to say, stalking you is quit a bore Lysander." She teased him with a serious face. If there was anything Fred was good at it was holding a stern face when she wanted to. - Lysander - 02-28-2009 [html]
- Whinifred - 02-28-2009 [html] Fred laughed at him. She couldn't help but laugh. He was boring! The words were beyond untrue, they were hilarious. Fred laughed holding some of it back so not to look like a complete idiot. vous êtes fou d'amour. Parce que vous ne vous êtes ennuyeux personne la plus étrange que j'ai jamais rencontré! Whinifred rambled out between her laughter. When she had finished she took a deep breath and took his offered hand to get off the floor. "Well Monsieur you should learn to make more deals with french women. We are well known for a bartering skills." Whini said gently. She knew he was way to calculating to be teased so easily. It was still fun to attempt to. Who else would she do it to? Monsieur Jefferson wouldn't appreciate it and the others were of little concern to her. Smirking at him she dropped his hand and made a show of looking around the cabin contemplating her next answer. "Who said I came back for more you flirteur?" She asked with a suggestive smile. Suddenly the urge to make the first move came into her. Moving so she stood close to him, almost chest to chest she was pitifully short compared to him, but her body wasn't thin and akward she was curvy and well formed. Putting her hand on his soft fur whinnie kept smiling not really wanting a sexual mood but just teasing him. "Lysander amour you are far from boring." She said while shaking her head.
Moving back a few steps she thought about how little he had in this blasted cabin and frowned. Why didn't the male at least had a fur to sleep on? "Amour you think your boring at yet with in minutes of meeting you I was yours. Either you have the powers of a unque being or I'm just a really weak women." She paused knowing he would probably say something smart about that sentance. "And I am not a weak women." She added. Whinifred shook her head, long blonde hair moving along with her movments. She was thinking about cutting the irritating thing, but she hadn't brought herself to do it just yet. "I'm sure I won't be the last in this pack to fall under your charm Amour." Fred added at last not really liking the taste of those words on her tounge. - Lysander - 03-01-2009 [html]
- Whinifred - 03-02-2009 [html] Whinnie couldn't help but smile at him. She really did find him a spark in her day. "Ahhh you'll learn to speak it soon enough." She said waving her hand. Blue eyes never straied to far from him. She watched his actions, calculationed him. "Non? I don't know who you are?" Fred seemed to think about it then nodded. "But why would I be here if I did? I don't get bored with you Monsieur." Whinnie said truthfully. He was like a breath of fresh air that never stopped it just changed it's direction or the scent it carried.
His last response made her eyebrow raise. "Well you know what they say, it's only everyone that's after the first is the idiot." She grinned casually walking towards him ignoring his excuse to clean. "Do you think I'm a fool monsieur? Do you think I don't see your tricks?" Fred made a show of moving closer to him putting her face close to his her nose almost touching his. "Tell me Amour did you like what I gave you last time?" Her eyes were questioning blue searching. She didn't mention him ignoring her at the meeting, why should she? She knew what he was and unlike the smart women who would want nothing to do with him, Fred found the prospects of being near him exilirating, she just knew he was going to find a way for her to regret it. - Lysander - 03-03-2009 [html]
- Whinifred - 03-03-2009 [html] Whinnie knew when he had had enough of her because he grabbed her arm and was pushing her towards the door. Growling lightly she pulled out of his hold and went back into the cabin to retrieve the bow and arrows she had brought with her. Leaning down to the ground she stopped when she heard the creak and hollow sound of wood beneath her feet. Curious Fred leaned down farther but instead of grabbing her bow she pressed down on the floor board. She wasn't going to prey but it still surprised her, grabbing her bow and the arrows she walked back to his side.
Winifred let her eyes move up to him. Truthfully she wished it hadn't been him that had been her first. He was so complicated in his way of thinking she wasn't ultimately sure how to approach him on the subject. If anything the french women didn't want to be told she hadn't been worth his time, what women wanted to hear that? Expecially from their first! "I'm sorry if I didn't.....give you something in return. I will know what to expect next time." Weather her next time was with him or not wasn't part of her meaning, only that she would know how to react next time she did get a chance. Remembering the bracelet on her wrist Whinnie put her bow on her shoulder and removed the piece. Handing it to him she spoke. "You left it amour." Once he took it she planned on leaving, maybe finding a deer to shoot down. - Lysander - 03-03-2009 [html]
- Whinifred - 03-04-2009 [html] She had expected him to take the jewelry and get her out of his cabin. Fred hadn't expected his warm hand cover hers shutting the glass beads away beneath her fingers. Her blue eyes looked up at him his words being taken in ith a gentle smile on her face. If he or anyone else called her a fool they were right. Whinnie knew the sex hadn't meant much to him, he who had had it before with many others. Here she was the idiot that wanted maybe a little more then just sex...... a friendship?
"Thank you Monsieur." She had been an idiot to walk into his cabin. Taking the beads she slipped them back on her wrist. Leaning forwards she kissed his cheek in the french tradition as a thank you. "Your right I shouldn't have woken you I was being selfish. I'll make sure to pay you back for your time amour." She meant it. She would make sure she got him something. Though it would probably be just so she could give him something. "I'll leave you now then." - Lysander - 03-08-2009 [html]
- Whinifred - 03-09-2009 [html] Strawberry blonde fur was lifted by a light wind as the husky closed the door behind him and stood outside with her speaking. His words made Fred look away holding back a full blown smile. Maybe she was an idiot, but maybe she would get something out of it? Why would he change his mind? He was such a puzzle to her. Whinnie could never figure out what he was going to do next. Shaking her head and looked down as he had grabbed her hand making her hold his tighter. "Oui Monsieur. I would like to go on a walk with you Amour." The she wolf turned her head around and looked at the woods then back at him. Lifting her other hand to his face she questioned him with her eyes before she spoke. "Let's see if we can make that mood even better." Her eyebrow rose in a spunky way before she turned and pulled him by the hand to the woods.
She dropped his hand knowing he would follow and she set her bow and arrows down by the side of the house before looking and him and shifting to her wolf form. Looking at him now as a short strawberry blonde wolf she spoke again. "Run with me amour?" Her tail started to move back and forth behind her showing her impatience to begin. - Lysander - 03-13-2009 [html]
- Whinifred - 03-14-2009 [html] Whinnie had caught his dejected sigh at having to walk on four legs, but she wasn't going to let him out of this one. A small grin moved onto her maw as she looked at him. "Your almost handsome this way Monsieur." Fred said with a small laugh in her voice. Starting off she kept a light trot at first. The strawberry blonde women was sure that he could keep up with her. Her speed became more increased as she went. Her short legs moving in quick strides as she doged in and out of trees.
The thrill of running made her heart pound and blood rush through her body. Excitment was all she could feel as she ran. It was like this all the time for her. Finally she slowed down when she reached a big willow tree. Her breath was only a little lost. Her ears were perked her azure eyes watching the male she found so interesting. "I guess we can walk now monsieur." Fred said remembering he had wanted to walk not run. |