07-17-2009, 11:07 PM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_disorder.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Kaena usually is, and in her profile it says she's optime unless otherwise stated, so I stated otherwise! LOL. No worries at all, I always write forever on intro posts. D: Bad habit! <3 And what does your icon mean? I mouse-over'ed and it said Cwmfen, so does that mean they're like, mates-without-being-mates? XD The coyote woman hadn't been paying close attention to the trees, naturally. Her kind tended to remain earthbound, though their Optime forms made tree-climbing far easier for them than their non-shifting ancestors. When the voice rang out from somewhere above her, the Lykoi woman's head jerked, her eye narrowing as she peered around for the source, her eyes falling on a clothed werewolf perched in a tree. He had something wrapped around his eyes, and a strange sort of hat tilted down over them. There was a long, brownish looking coat, and Kaena took a closer look for the bulge of a weapon, but found none. Still, she knew he might still be armed—yet if he'd wanted to attack, he wouldn't have spoken first. There was little point in ruining the element of surprise, then—he had possessed a clear advantage over the otherwise unaware coyote. That single eye studied him closely, and she saw clear coyote in his features, though with most of them obscured by cloth, it was impossible to tell his percentage, and she could not yet tell that the creature before her was full-blooded. She had been startled, naturally, though she wasn't particularly alarmed at the presence of the other. If he'd meant to hurt her, he would have already, and she wouldn't have known a damn thing about it. "You know what makes it look like that?" she responded, acknowledging his statement with a question of her own. She was too curious not to ask, after all; his statement had merely been in observation of what she had been doing with her time, and it did not indicate whether he knew more or less about the cause of this unnatural beauty. The coyote crept closer to the tree, still peering at the coyote, curiosity displayed clearly across her scarred features. What manner of creature was this who dressed like a man and hid his eyes from the world? The coyote wondered if he was blind; such a thing would have made covering up a sense entirely more sensible. After all, if he couldn't use his eyes, why would he need to keep them uncovered? She halted quite a few feet away from his tree, still giving him a wide berth—his apparent coyote heritage immediately made him more trusthworthy than a wolf to Kaena. An encounter with a coyote—even one she didn't know—was infinitely better than an encounter with someone from Phoenix Valley or Dahlia de Mai. There was a strange odor masking this coyote; it was very strong and completely unlike anything she had ever smelled before. He did not smell anything like any particular place or even himself; the odor emanating from him was crisp, and very clean, but it was entirely manufactured and fake. The coyote wrinkled her nose; though the scent was not entirely unpleasant, it was strange and altogether unfamiliar to her. She wanted to ask what it was, but she would delay more intimate questions until they had at least passed introductions. The hybrid woman had yet to display any outward emotion other than surprise at his entrance, reserving her judgment until she knew more about him. |