06-17-2012, 02:56 AM
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The gusts of winds increased, hitting the coywolf and the lady wolf with full speed and strength. The breath of the storms were chilling, especially to one with such a thin coat like him. Alistair crossed his arms, a chill running through his body as the rain began to pound down on the pair. It was getting increasing difficult to converse with the anger of the sky, but they continued to persevere. "That's pretty cool. My family didn't do anything as cool! All we did was sit around...And sleep. Family tradition." Ali spoke loudly, chuckling a bit. Of course, they also did drugs, surfed, and traveled together, but...He didn't wish to mention that just yet. Hey, some weren't happy which some things he did, and since it was their first meeting...Why not leave her with a pleasing impression?
As a particularly strong gust of wind hit Xy'rin, Alistair moved his hands forward protectively, just in case the gust caused her to fall. Alistair soon followed after her, arms still crossed as the wind continued to beat down. "This weather sucks!" Alistair laughed, glancing up at the sky in a rather carefree matter. Despite hating this type of weather, it still was...Funny, in a way. They must look pretty weird right now, due to the height difference and such. Alistair's ears perked as he listened to Xy...At least, kind of listened. It was a bit difficult to hear her, but he seemed to get the sum up. "Sure. Why not?" Ali shrugged, smiling a bit. A chance to spend more time with a gorgeous miss? Why the hell not?
"You have all your...Craft?" Alistair asked, glancing at the items held close to her. Telling by how she protected them, they certainly were of importance. Being the type of guy he was, if she did lose something, he would definitely help and look. Even in this weather. Cause he was nice like that. All the nice guys got the ladies...Hahahaha. Alistair glanced around once more, water dripping down from his mohawk and traveling down his face. Alistair ran a hand through his hair, realizing that the stuff that kept his mohawk up was being washed away. Alistair cussed beneath his breath, for he did not bring any with him and left it with Dolaidh. Alistair ran his hand roughly through his hair, basically scrubbing out the concoction. Most of the hair fell onto his forehead, some of the hair extending to even slightly cover his eyes. The rest of his hair naturally went into it's place, his hand pushing the hair from his eyes to the left side of his face. Alistair disliked his hair like this, mostly because it made him look...Tidy. Neat. Ew.
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The gusts of winds increased, hitting the coywolf and the lady wolf with full speed and strength. The breath of the storms were chilling, especially to one with such a thin coat like him. Alistair crossed his arms, a chill running through his body as the rain began to pound down on the pair. It was getting increasing difficult to converse with the anger of the sky, but they continued to persevere. "That's pretty cool. My family didn't do anything as cool! All we did was sit around...And sleep. Family tradition." Ali spoke loudly, chuckling a bit. Of course, they also did drugs, surfed, and traveled together, but...He didn't wish to mention that just yet. Hey, some weren't happy which some things he did, and since it was their first meeting...Why not leave her with a pleasing impression?
As a particularly strong gust of wind hit Xy'rin, Alistair moved his hands forward protectively, just in case the gust caused her to fall. Alistair soon followed after her, arms still crossed as the wind continued to beat down. "This weather sucks!" Alistair laughed, glancing up at the sky in a rather carefree matter. Despite hating this type of weather, it still was...Funny, in a way. They must look pretty weird right now, due to the height difference and such. Alistair's ears perked as he listened to Xy...At least, kind of listened. It was a bit difficult to hear her, but he seemed to get the sum up. "Sure. Why not?" Ali shrugged, smiling a bit. A chance to spend more time with a gorgeous miss? Why the hell not?
"You have all your...Craft?" Alistair asked, glancing at the items held close to her. Telling by how she protected them, they certainly were of importance. Being the type of guy he was, if she did lose something, he would definitely help and look. Even in this weather. Cause he was nice like that. All the nice guys got the ladies...Hahahaha. Alistair glanced around once more, water dripping down from his mohawk and traveling down his face. Alistair ran a hand through his hair, realizing that the stuff that kept his mohawk up was being washed away. Alistair cussed beneath his breath, for he did not bring any with him and left it with Dolaidh. Alistair ran his hand roughly through his hair, basically scrubbing out the concoction. Most of the hair fell onto his forehead, some of the hair extending to even slightly cover his eyes. The rest of his hair naturally went into it's place, his hand pushing the hair from his eyes to the left side of his face. Alistair disliked his hair like this, mostly because it made him look...Tidy. Neat. Ew.
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