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- Whinifred - 03-15-2009 [html] Whinnie watched closely. An arrow strung to her bow the doe in her line of vision. The bow was taunt with her pulling, a leather cover was on Fred's fingers and she crouched hidden in the thicket. Her long hair was braided for the hunt so it wouldn't move with the sudden breeze. Her bangs shifted as she watched the creature graze. With her ears moving around on her head catching all the noises, waiting for the right moment. Finally the she wolf rose from her hiding spot giving her just the attraction for the doe to look up and for Whinnie to release the arrow. The female watched as the arrow peirced the animals heart. She fell quickly, death came before her body hit the ground. Moving from the thicket she came over to the doe and kneeled down to her prey her bow slung on her shouler and the arrows also on her back in a holder. Pulling the arrow from the deer she heard a distinct noise from the left. Turning her head quickly Fred thought to see a fellow predator, but the sight of a fawn made her curse. "sanglante enfer" She growled throwing the arrow she had pull from the doe down with a frustration. Fred abhorred killing a mother it didn't seem fair to her. Getting up slowly she approached the baby. It was shaking in fear eyes wide as she got closer. When she was only five feet away it ran in fear. Whinnie sighed knowing it would probably die now. Returning to the doe she had killed she went about picking it up and taking it back to the temperary den she had made. A few hours later she had skinned the animal and it's pelt was starting the tanning process. She already had one made up for Lysander. The she wolf thought he could use one and she owed him for waking him up anyways. Grabbing the pelt she had made lysander Whinnie started for his place. She left her bow at her place, the meat from the doe in a place another animal couldn't get to it. Her walk wasn't to long. When she got to his cabin Fred didn't knock, finding the formality a waste of time at this point.
Walking in she shut the door and was shocked at what she saw. Not much surprised the small french women, but seeing Lysander on the floor with two pups was enough to make her almost stagger. Had he been telling her the truth that day then? Confusion pounded in her head as she watched him roll a ball between then letting the small ones play. "Monsieur......Je ne savais pas......I mean where did they come from." Fred said her french accent thicker then usual due to her shock. - Lysander - 03-20-2009 [html]
- Whinifred - 03-26-2009 [html] Many would say shocked was an understatement for the french women. She stood there with long flowing blonde hair blue eyes wide and a slight twitch forming under one of those said eyes. Why did he have pups with him? She was damn sure they weren't his and they smell of one of the other packs. Grinding her teeth in frustration she moved towards him and the pups. Why was she attracted to him? Did something about his insanity draw her in? Holding the deer skin inbetween her hands Fred started to pace around the small cabin her french words coming out in a random spew of questions as she talked to herself. pourquoi n'ai-je comme vous? Suis-je vraiment ce desprate? Qu'est-ce que l'enfer est le problème avec moi?Qui sont ces enfants? Que diable puis-je faire à ce sujet? Vous êtes un putain de noix cas? Oh mon dieu je trouver de la psycho sexy! Je suis pire que lui! Attendez-t-il voler les! SHIT! S'il vous plaît dites-moi, il n'a pas volé les!
She kept ranting until finally she looked at him and pointed a serious look on her young face as she pointed at him. "Where did they come from? Give it up now Lysander I know they are not yours." She glared at him with snapping azure eyes. Why did he have pups? Her head hurt she finally decided. Sitting down with a dejected sigh she handed him the deer skin. "pour vous" - Lysander - 03-27-2009 [html]
- Whinifred - 03-28-2009 [html] Whinifred felt him nuzzle her and like jell-o she bacame his little toy. A rough sigh escaped her. It was amazing how well he could manipulate her. "Well I wanted something from you, but with the so called "Petite amie" Children here I guess asking such a thing from a taken male is not very french of me." The she wolf snorted and moved away from him watching the two pups. Really why did she like the goof? "mon amour don't goad me so. I am young and looking for amusment not your petty games."
So she was in a sour mood now. After his statement about having a girlfriend she had felt nothing but jelousy. Getting up she moved to the door to lean against it. Where the hell had he gotten the children anyways? She knew they weren't from the Valley. Staring at him with blue and half green eyes her ears lay flat while blonde hair rest long down her back. Why the hell was she always returning to him? She was such a dumb ass. - Lysander - 04-01-2009 [html]
- Whinifred - 04-01-2009 [html] style="padding: 0px; position: relative; right: 90px; top: 75px; width: 260px; height: 360px; z-index: 2; overflow: auto; padding-right:5px;scrollbar-face-color: #34776E; scrollbar-highlight-color: #34776E; scrollbar-3dlight-color: #709A70; scrollbar-darkshadow-color: #709A70; scrollbar-shadow-color: #709A70; scrollbar-arrow-color: #709A70; scrollbar-track-color: #709A70"> !! out of character. Whinifred knew why she liked him. He was everything she wasn't. Rolling her eyes at him and his words. He was like a child asking for his mother to approve of his new pet. "I don't really mind them that much, but if and when their mother comes for them you better give them back." The french women pointed out with a thick accent. When he came up to her and put his arm around her shoulder the french women smiled her anger vanishing like a puff of smoke. Turning into his chest she smiled up at him not caring how much taller he was from her.
"You don't understand what makes us women so jealous of each other." She put her hand on his chest almost possessively. His gentle nip on her nose and moving her closer to him made her laugh with glee. "We could send them out to play, then I can show you how I feel about you." Looking up at him her ears flat on her skull as she thought. "What if I want more from you Lysander? What would you do if I asked you to be more then my rutting partner?" The she wolf's words were slurred with her french accent. She really wanted to know what he would say to her. If he would laugh in her face or not. - Lysander - 04-10-2009 [html]
- Whinifred - 04-10-2009 [html] style="padding: 0px; position: relative; right: 90px; top: 75px; width: 260px; height: 360px; z-index: 2; overflow: auto; padding-right:5px;scrollbar-face-color: #34776E; scrollbar-highlight-color: #34776E; scrollbar-3dlight-color: #709A70; scrollbar-darkshadow-color: #709A70; scrollbar-shadow-color: #709A70; scrollbar-arrow-color: #709A70; scrollbar-track-color: #709A70"> !! out of character. Fred just watched him with azure eyes her heart pounding in her chest. She always wondered what it would be like when she thought she had found a mate, but she hadn't seen it like this. Maybe it was just childish dreams to want perfection, maybe she had screwed it up herself. Lysanders words seemed to be lacking in them what she was looking for. Diverting her blue orbs a tense breath escaped her. "M-maybe I don't want to say them." The strawberry blonde female said in a hurry moving away from him and to the door of his cabin.
Looking back at him the girl couldn't help but hate herself for the emotions to a man who only wanted to play games. A sneer pulled across her face as she looked away. "Lysander, give them back or I'll be forced to do what you won't." Fred said reffering to the pups. He hadn't done anything wrong in actuality, but Whinifred had saw what this all was to him. She had known, but now she saw her own desprate attempts and trying to ignore it. "I hope you like the pelt." The blonde girl said before turning and pulling the door open and walking outside. - Lysander - 04-13-2009 [html]
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