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- Minos Lierrah - 01-04-2010 [html]
SSWM - 309
Marik
When he did not feel as if anyone was watching, or if he thought that the alpha would not mind, Minos explored. These lands belonged to him as well, at least a small itty bitty fraction did. He had the right to defend it; and he needed to as so his leader had told him. Suggestions were not exactly something Minos understood; there were no ‘maybes’ or ‘you shoulds’ in his realm of thought. He would do so, if the asker was bigger in form or higher in position, or simply if they commanded it with their tone andposture. The white ragged beast was not one for wavering. Doing as he was told was so much more simple.
But, this day, midmorning with a high clouded sun and a gray blue sky the male no tasks to complete or commands to carry out. The wolf had already walked a portion of the territory’s border, and now had gone north and found large body of water that lined the northern portion of the lands. Yellow eyes glared at it briefly, a growl emanating from his throat and he ran quickly and with his tail low and between hind limbs, as it always was. He cared not for the crashing sound of waves, and did not enjoy that they threatened to chase him again and again. Once far enough away that he knew the water would not swallow him whole Minos turned to face it, his ears flat against his head and barked.
The while wolf ran, tail between his legs over the beach and through the winter cold wind. The water clung to his left, bashing against the harsh pebbled sands and urging him onward. He ran until his breath grew ragged in his throat, stopping to catch it and tip toe closer to the always crashing, always threatening waters. - Marik - 01-13-2010 [html] OOC: table code, image, and Filler © Jacoby; 1145 words; You don't have to mirror. Just trying to make up for how long it took me to reply.
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Marik had grown bored in Inferni. Because of this he had taken to walking along the coast. He had no certain destination in mind. He was quite simply walking to walk. Just traveling because he had nothing else to do and nowhere else to be. And that really was all there was to it. He hadn’t actually gone out and explored much recently so that is what this time was being used for. He was getting out and accommodating himself with the lands. And well the war talk was starting to drive him insane. He didn’t have any interest in it. He could care less about the war. It didn’t involve him. Actually he was new to the area to be quite frank about it. He had just arrived and was already being involved in a war. But it wasn’t like there was really anything that he could do about it. He would do his part and that was it. There wasn’t anything further that he could do. Honestly he was a lover and not a fighter. All of his scars came from loving someone else. That was his little tick. He insisted upon violence in physical couplings. It didn’t matter if it was male or female. He just had to have it. Had to have that reminder of what had transpired. But perhaps that was just him. Perhaps that was only his thing. But it couldn’t be since other wore his marks as well. But then again he was the one that was always suggesting for it to happen that way. The one that always forced the making of marks. So all in all it really was his fault. It was his thing that he had others performing. And if they kept on coming back to him after that then that was their fault. They knew what to expect after the first time. They should know that it would be expected on subsequent couplings as well. So all of his marks didn’t come from fighting but from the source of physical enjoyment.
[/html] - Minos Lierrah - 01-17-2010 [html]
SSWM - 369
not to worry, and there was no way i could mirror that xD
Pink tongue hung from his mouth, breaths expelled from his lungs rapidly. Minos breathed in and out with such haste as his yellow acid eyes looked out onto the gray ocean. It was not an unpleasant day, even if the water was attempting to attack him. Hackles had been instinctively raised at the fright the ocean caused, but while he stood still for a moment’s time they were smooth against his shoulders and back. Legs shuffled him backwards, tongue rolling to the side of his mouth, and then he ran to jump at the impending waves. He had yet to be swallowed by the ocean, toes touching the water slightly as he ran back to the dry sand. It was easy to scare it, Minos realized. Though it always rolled forward again with a furious roar and crash, it retreated just the same. The freshly named Dahlian hopped forward, paws sinking into the soft cold sand, and then hurriedly ran backwards once more as the water waved its rebuttal. The two moved in such a manner until a voice came to his ears.
The white beast turned suddenly, eyes darting to the maker of the sound. It was a muddle of a creature, not looking much like a wolf at all. Mino stood still, his ears playing turn and twist game as he fought to determine if the male was friend of foe. He did not smell of the pack, nor of the alpha or any other beast that he had come to smell. But the unmistakable odor of coyote lingered on his multi hued pelt, and the white beast knew not to trust their smell. The tall beast spoke again, and there was no hint of resentment towards the omega. Oddly. A whine escaped his lips, though Minos had been trying to keep from resorting to his submissive self in the midst of the stranger. The words extended to him fell weird without a response, and the white male remembered that he had been granted a tongue for a reason. “Why are you here?” the question came with no relation to the previous comments, and still the omega felt better knowing that some had been said in response. - Marik - 01-23-2010 [html] OOC: table code, image, and Filler © Jacoby; 524 words
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He was used to that look. The one of uncertainty as to just what he was. He didn’t have the classic look of a coyote, he looked too much like a dog for that. But then again he didn’t look exactly like a dog either. He was just some mixed up cross in between the two. His blood was of only two breeds but it looked much more muddled than that. So he was entirely used to the misconception of what he was at first. In fact all he could do most times was to just laugh it off. And that is just what he did. He chuckled quietly and just grinned. He supposed that he also missed the natural coyote attitude too. He had no grudges against wolves. He didn’t hold them at all. It was just too much effort and he wasn’t willing to put in the time. But even though he posed no threat the other still seemed to be filled with discomfort.
[/html] - Minos Lierrah - 01-25-2010 [html]
Yellow eyes scanned the other creature. Yes, he knew of the two legged creatures, who smelt of everything that a wolf but acted so little like it. They always stood over him, and though he had the virus in his blood too Minos did not understand it. It was hard to look the other in the eye, but the white male would rather not try to hold the strangers gaze. The fact that the coyote was standing on lands that Minos was to protect was enough to make the wolf uncomfortable enough, and now as he tried to focus and listen to the words he spoke his ears fell to the side and his tail lowered to point towards the ground.
He got some of the ideas that the male spoke, but did not understand what Germany was, or who his brother might be. The introduction, however, could be comprehended. Yellow eyes looked to the side, insecurity bleeding from them. Did it matter if he spoke with a coyote? The questions came forth and Minos could not manage the pressure of the question and the silence that came afterwards. "Minos." he responded, eyes moved to the male's face. The beast's marking were interesting and confusing (as much was for the simple wolf). He leaned back, falling to his haunches lightly and asking with a lick of his nose, "Whats germany?" - Marik - 01-28-2010 [html] OOC: table code, image, and Filler © Jacoby; 526 words
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He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on with this wolf. He really didn’t think he was all that imposing. Yet for some reason this wolf seemed to think he was. He just didn’t get it. “Germany is a country. Where I was born. Where were you born?” He was trying to get the other to open up a bit and to feel comfortable around him. He really wasn’t trying to frighten the other at all. And he didn’t understand why he seemed to be frightened. Was he just the type that didn’t like strangers? The type that wasn’t comfortable around strangers? Or could he actually be what his blood was made up with? There were coyotes that hated wolves just because they were wolves. So that meant there were wolves that hated coyotes just because they were coyotes. He didn’t really think that was fair but that was just the way that things went sometimes. There was just nothing he could do about it if that was the case. He couldn’t change who his parents were. Couldn’t change what his blood was made of. All he could hope to do was show this wolf that he wasn’t trying to cause trouble and hopefully get the wolf to at least change his opinion of him, if not all coyotes.
[/html] - Minos Lierrah - 01-29-2010 [html]
The white wolf knew little of geography, and if he had been asked he would not even know the name of the pack he lived in. It was simply this, the scent he wore and the land he stood on. What else did he need to know? A life could be lived without the spoken word, as he had managed for the early years of his existence. And so where he was from, as was asked by the coyote smelling male was unknown. Minos was not unintelligent, and knew that this male found such a thing of importance and so he was silent only a moment before answering, "Not here." of course he knew where he was from, for the smell was forever engraved in his brain. He could find it, if he must, as well as the wolves he was born from. Still it had no name.
What happened next was unexpected. The words that were spoken and the actions that were given made Minos sit still in pure apprehension. The shifted coyote creature moved downwards, and for that Minos could have been grateful. It showed respect and a sense of submission. But as he came closer, Minos felt the fur along his neck and back rise. A growl resonated through his chest and he protested the close proximity. No, he spoke in the raised lip and deepening growl. He licked the white muzzle, a sign to the wolf that he was beneath him and yet the energy projected was far from submission. It was wrong, and though he spoke Minos heard and understood none of it. Paw rose from the sand, and the omega turned his head away in hopes of showing his distaste. - Marik - 02-05-2010 [html] OOC: table code, image, and Filler © Jacoby; 598 words
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Sure, he was curious but it wasn’t a great concern. Instead he was trying to stumble across some topic that would get the other to open up more. Some topic that would allow for what the other was thinking to be shown. After all Minos was making it hard to read him. Marik was uncertain just where he stood with the other. There wasn’t out right aggression but there wasn’t an ounce of friendliness either. More it was like a robotic quality. Marik would as a question and only get a short and concise response in return. And the response didn’t really tell him anything. Just that Minos hadn’t been born in the area. Well where had he come from? Why was he here? Did he have family? Minos could already answer all of these questions about Marik but the coyote hybrid knew nothing at all about the wolf. And well, he wasn’t sure what to say to even start to keep any sort of conversation going.
[/html] - Minos Lierrah - 02-11-2010 [html]
No longer encroaching on his personal space or attempting to touch him, Minos felt a small bit of comfort sink back into his core. It seemed to be unhappy, curling up into a position that did not speak of its wish to harm him. The words that came forth made the white wolf cock his head in question. "I don't know what you are." Minos explained, though he had thought that he had been saying so through his body's reaction to the German's actions. Minos had yet to understand that sight and the voiceless language of his posture was not what others relied on. Instead it was expected that he spoke to explain his feelings, to the instinctual male they were plain as day written in each fiber on his form. - Marik - 02-13-2010 [html] OOC: table code, image, and Filler © Jacoby; 558 words
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To think that Marik had started off happy about this encounter but now that happiness was ebbing away. The potential playmate was slowly turning into an enemy. And well Marik wasn’t used to being hated. He had a ton of friends in Germany but that wasn’t so here. He couldn’t name off a single one. That was really pitiful. He had been in this country how long and couldn’t think of a single being to call a friend? And it wasn’t that he hadn’t tried either. He had but things weren’t coming as easy for him as he was used to. And of course that had started to eat away at him. But it didn’t stop him from trying still. Though he was starting to feel like a failure over and over again. And this encounter just made things worse. This wasn’t at all how he thought that things would go.
[/html] - Minos Lierrah - 02-14-2010 [html]
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Everything about this black, tan and white male was different, and that had made him unsure right from the beginning. Now the Dahlian looked away, eyes closing slow and wonder what he could do, should do to make the insecurities that he felt disappear. His small attempt to answer and please the other had failed and Minos knew only one other tactic, run. Alabaster paws lifted his form, yellow eyes not giving another glance before his turned and ran back along the beach further into the lands that held smell of the pack. It was only instinct that played with his mind, concern for the other male very, very low on Minos' priorities. Tail tucked, he hoped that he would not be followed, but nothing in the other's voiceless language had spoke of being eager to pursue. |