07-01-2009, 09:25 AM
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ooc: Sorry to have to cut this short! I'd be happy to have a thread with you later, this was fun. 
Thanks for playing with me~!
Jac was indeed a talker, and always had been. He spoke to himself when he was alone, and he spoke even louder when others were listening. He liked his voice, so warm and deep and masculine. He liked that it echoed a lot, around cliffs and trees. He liked that birds were startled into flying when he shouted unexpectedly. His booming voice was like a toy he never tired of playing with. His audience today seemed raptly attentive to his tall tale, her single eye brilliantly focused. The collie-hybrid's muzzle crinkled into an appreciative grin at her simple compliment, his sharp fangs bared with pleasure. She was much more taciturn than he, but that was all right; it gave him more time to boast and brag while she listened. That was the best way, anyway.
Kaena's lips parted to tell her own story, her smooth tones edged hoarse from years of smoking. It was a brief but violent anecdote, the venom creeping into her inflection at the mention of "wolf". His dark eyes gleamed as he watched her probe the discoloured padding with her fingertip, and his own fingers twitched curiously, wanting to know what an eye socket felt like. His own scar was hard and knotted, a solid mass of silver obscured by a ginger fringe of hair. Was hers stiff, too? Perhaps it was that grievous injury that had inspired her hatred for wolfkind. It did not perturb the mad king; he had seen his share of discrimination, and to each his own. It was not the species he hated, but their innate desire to discipline, structure, control the lives of those around them. "Wolves are all the same," he admitted freely, mischief dancing in his gaze. It was the truth, but surely she would interpret it differently...
The two lean canines, riddled with their scars but not handicapped by their losses, shared an impossible moment that day. Perhaps it was fate that decreed they should meet; washing Jacquez up on that specific shore, gravitating Kaena back to her extended family, drawing them both to this desolate, rocky coastline on the same innocent day. There was nothing innocent about those two, though. Both were wicked creatures with sordid pasts, and a list of sins that dragged on everywhere they walked. Somehow together they did make a whole creature, a matriarch and a king. And the king liked it. He could not resist the magnetic force that drew him to this fine lady, and as he turned his back on the coast for his long walk home, he felt a rare stirring of attraction in his chest, a calling... he wanted to return. And he would. How could he not?
Thanks for playing with me~!Jac was indeed a talker, and always had been. He spoke to himself when he was alone, and he spoke even louder when others were listening. He liked his voice, so warm and deep and masculine. He liked that it echoed a lot, around cliffs and trees. He liked that birds were startled into flying when he shouted unexpectedly. His booming voice was like a toy he never tired of playing with. His audience today seemed raptly attentive to his tall tale, her single eye brilliantly focused. The collie-hybrid's muzzle crinkled into an appreciative grin at her simple compliment, his sharp fangs bared with pleasure. She was much more taciturn than he, but that was all right; it gave him more time to boast and brag while she listened. That was the best way, anyway.
Kaena's lips parted to tell her own story, her smooth tones edged hoarse from years of smoking. It was a brief but violent anecdote, the venom creeping into her inflection at the mention of "wolf". His dark eyes gleamed as he watched her probe the discoloured padding with her fingertip, and his own fingers twitched curiously, wanting to know what an eye socket felt like. His own scar was hard and knotted, a solid mass of silver obscured by a ginger fringe of hair. Was hers stiff, too? Perhaps it was that grievous injury that had inspired her hatred for wolfkind. It did not perturb the mad king; he had seen his share of discrimination, and to each his own. It was not the species he hated, but their innate desire to discipline, structure, control the lives of those around them. "Wolves are all the same," he admitted freely, mischief dancing in his gaze. It was the truth, but surely she would interpret it differently...
The two lean canines, riddled with their scars but not handicapped by their losses, shared an impossible moment that day. Perhaps it was fate that decreed they should meet; washing Jacquez up on that specific shore, gravitating Kaena back to her extended family, drawing them both to this desolate, rocky coastline on the same innocent day. There was nothing innocent about those two, though. Both were wicked creatures with sordid pasts, and a list of sins that dragged on everywhere they walked. Somehow together they did make a whole creature, a matriarch and a king. And the king liked it. He could not resist the magnetic force that drew him to this fine lady, and as he turned his back on the coast for his long walk home, he felt a rare stirring of attraction in his chest, a calling... he wanted to return. And he would. How could he not?