Current Objective:Scoping out what’s ahead Form:Lupine
Mood: Cautious It had been a long time since he had departed from the collective, all upon the basis of that foolish little mission to recover the female. At least, so it appeared on the surface. Like each snow bit was individual and different, each person had their own ideas, thoughts, reasoning’s, goals. To X’ies twas merely a case of getting what he wanted and keeping things open for him in the meantime.
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06-03-2012, 03:18 PM
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06-03-2012, 05:15 PM
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Words - 300+ How long had he been conflicted? Days and days seemed to have passed and with every new rise of the sun he asked himself to choose: one woman over another. And, every day, there was no answer to be found. To choose one would condemn the other. X’yrin held more of his heart. It was only a fool that would not be able to see that. But the other? Thana and her adopted daughter had nothing else but him. If he were to break her heart, what would it mean for sweet little Anna? Thana was too quiet to have other connections in the pack at this moment. She would have nothing to stay for if he let her go. He had fought cougars, assassins, bears, and even his own family. How is it that none of them seemed as difficult an opponent to best than this simple problem? But a tormented heart was no excuse to give up on his expected duties. He kept up what was expected from him as Alpha in patrolling the land and looking for places that needed marking or improving in some way. The capable band of wolves they had insured that there was little to do in these regards, and thus little to distract him. So, when a strange scent crossed him, it was a welcome investigation. This wasn’t the first wolf to cross into their land without permission. Such disrespect usually called for anger but the obsidian wolf had decided to be forgiving. It was possible that word just had not spread of their residence. He followed the other masculine signature slowly and had to crouch in his wounded optime form often to scent the ground and keep the trail. The body that finally came into view after a time of searching looked dirty and unkempt, but occupied with thought. Not dangerous in most senses of the word but an odd sight nonetheless. Few wolves let their condition fall in such a way. Good afternoon, stranger. His voice was stern and loud enough to avoid the visual surprise that often came with the trained steps of his dark form. How is this day treating you? Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks. .jadenzz b {font-weight:bold; color:#3f6934; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #11290b; } .jadenzz p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .jadenzz {margin:0 auto; width:440px; background-color:#395437; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/23jq45d.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 280px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#516d4a; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .jadenzz p b:before { content: open-quote; } .jadenzz p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html]
06-04-2012, 02:41 AM
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06-04-2012, 03:40 PM
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Words - 200+ There was some reluctance in him to trust strangers. Though few were brave enough to try and take advantage of him, one could never tell what someone else might truly be after. But looking on this male led him to believe he was no trouble. He observed a limp in the other’s gait that stemmed from his right front foot though he could see no injury there. Could have been a twist or sprain but speculation at what exactly caused it was unnecessary. He was unclean, weak, and pathetic. Jaden continued to hold his warm appearance. It was no uncommon thing that he surprised the unwary. Nonetheless, he wasn’t aiming to make the other uncomfortable. He nodded apologetically, I apologize for that. A habit of silence I can’t help. He said no more though, expecting more of a greeting. And more came. It seemed this male had an errand he was running, something that contradicted his appearance of a lazy and pathetic pile of fur. Before Jaden could inquire about his business, the mangy wolf continued to ask for his dearest friend. Being a former assassin himself, he knew how dangerous it could be to give away the simplest information to even the most innocent looking. This drew only a little caution to his mind though. X’ies didn’t really look the dangerous type. She is a dear friend of mine, Saying this was more calculated than he made it seem. He gave no information beyond confirming what the other already claimed to know and firmly cemented himself as a problem for any possible attack on her. So you are a nomad then? What is your business with her, so far from home? He asked with what could be interpreted as a small note of excitement. Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks. .jadenzz b {font-weight:bold; color:#3f6934; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #11290b; } .jadenzz p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .jadenzz {margin:0 auto; width:440px; background-color:#395437; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/23jq45d.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 280px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#516d4a; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .jadenzz p b:before { content: open-quote; } .jadenzz p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html]
06-04-2012, 03:59 PM
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06-04-2012, 06:04 PM
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Words - 300+ Jaden knew about X’yrin’s past, but not enough to judge what intentions her family had for her. The realization of this suddenly had him very glad he had come upon it with such an innocent occurrence. He knew little detail about his friend’s but she knew even less about his. If their roles were reversed, if by some dark and fateful chance Jaden’s pack or family tracked him here, they would all be in very serious danger. She needed to know how to handle anyone who claimed to know the Alaskan from his past. If they had already had that chat, he wouldn’t have any reason to be cautious of this unfortunate male. The story X’ies provided seemed solid enough. It made some sense, was believable, but struck a chord of worry that out rang the suspicion within him. Jaden very well how deeply X’yrin loved her Shepard. If he introduced her to this male and presented his desire for her to return home, what would she do? She wouldn’t leave… would she? Maybe he could avoid the possibility all together. He could just send X’ies off to some far place, maybe the lands of AniWaya. The trip to get there, find out that he was miss informed, and come back would leave ample time to determine how much danger he was in of losing his beloved friend. But that would be selfish. If she really desired to leave, time and talk wouldn’t change that. Without another word, he tilted his maw to the sky and let out a long, loud call for her. He knew it would be heard for miles and that she was more than likely nearby. I doubt she will be leaving our lands, but I’m sure she would like to see a member of the family she speaks so fondly of. His voice still held all the confidence of an Alpha. Only a trained ear could pick up the slight worry that dimmed his tones. My name is Jaden Ohanzee. She and I are staking claim to the land you find yourself on now, friend. How far, exactly, did you travel to get here? The introduction was polite and the question was to quench his curiosity whilst they waited for the golden woman to make her appearance. Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks. .jadenzz b {font-weight:bold; color:#3f6934; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #11290b; } .jadenzz p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .jadenzz {margin:0 auto; width:440px; background-color:#395437; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/23jq45d.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 280px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#516d4a; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .jadenzz p b:before { content: open-quote; } .jadenzz p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html]
06-04-2012, 06:57 PM
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From a pile of bone, fur and teeth the female had risen to a late afternoon sun and the acrid smoke of a long since extinguished leaf clutched between her digits. It was a purposefully slow rise, ensuring that her crafts were not too disturbed by her movements. Again, she had fallen asleep in the middle of her work, no doubt an effect of the leaf dangling dead between her pads. But for the consequence of her indulgence, she managed to rise quite refreshed despite how she slept. And for once she was not as plagued by hunger pangs as she usually was after indulging in the dingy green. Perhaps she was developing an immunity...it was difficult to say, but she was glad for the comfortable rise after so late a night.
Slipping carefully from her bone covered pile, she stretched with dexterous arms pulled over, then behind her head then at last combed her fingers through her loosened locks. The single black cord that acted as a reminder of her prior mate was left strung alone across the earthen floor, but the feathers of her companions were gathered placed as ornaments, fastened to her locks by fine glass beads. Grooming was once again postponed for the day as it was already too late in the day, she could feel, to devote her time to manicuring her person. A few well placed licks and nothing more were taken, before she adopted her preferred form to all fours. Leaving her mess behind to clean up later in the evening, she slipped out into the light at last and basked under the late greeting of the sun.
The searing light forced her gaze away for a moment, but while her head recoiled her ears were drawn from their rest atop her autumn crown to receive the summoning call of her companion not but a little ways away. While his tone lacked urgency, she none the less took his call as such and swiftly descended the facade of their home to grace soft grasses beneath her heavy paws. Her ears were drawn forward, anticipating the sounds of struggle or perhaps the heated voices of an argument. Odd that her mind would stray to the negative when there was apparently no cause for it by the tone of her companion's voice. But still she worried as she promptly padded her way toward the dark shrouded figure...and guest.
"Jaden?" There was a silent question in her voice as she drew nearer to the conversing pair. Her head remained low out of courtesy but more so curiosity as the fleshed end quivered anxiously at the presence of this grungy looking male. Shameful as it was to make a comparison, looking at him made her feel quite a bit better about her own unkempt appearance though it was well hidden by the overflowing streams of red. Silently, her eyes passed between the two males as she came to stand just between the two of them. "My friend, you called for me?" kindly, she addressed her companion then carefully set her eyes upon their guest. [/html]
06-05-2012, 09:06 AM
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06-05-2012, 02:39 PM
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Words - 300+ Jaden took some pleasure from meeting and greeting strangers. He had done it many times whether under the name of Ichika no-Hoen, a loner, or Sangilak. New people always offered a new way of thinking or a pleasant conversation. But not X’ies. More than one thing about this male rubbed him wrong. He was polite while also pathetic and his eyes seemed lazy but the Obsidian male couldn’t help but feel that he was being analyzed much more closely than the other was letting on. Maybe it was in those lazy eyes that hid something more devious or how he seemed to take their conversation much less seriously than someone who had traveled a great distance to now be appeased. He lacked excitement to see his ‘family’. And few males drew so much attention to apparent weaknesses. Around every corner it seemed he was goaded into feeling sympathy, realizing that X’ies was pathetic. Much less thought was given to this than regularly would be because of the feared implications of the other male’s visit that still hung heavily in him. They were so heavy that he couldn’t cleanse his greeting smile of all the worry when his companion appeared. The smile quickly faded into confusion though. She didn’t understand why he had brought her here? Shouldn’t she recognize family as X’ies claimed to be? He took a step toward her, You don’t know who—? But he was interrupted by their unkempt guest. A dark growl and show of sharp teeth took Jaden’s features at the mention of trickery. So this wasn’t her family, something his instincts had warned him might be the case. Quick steps closed the distance between him and his beloved as he prepared to defend her. If he had to lie to get her here, X’ies’ intentions had to be devious. Jaden still had no idea who this wolf really was but the information now fell from importance. A claw found one of the daggers that always sat at his hips and the other rested lightly on X’yrin’s shoulder. He didn’t draw the weapon nor did he demand that X’ies spill his true intentions for being on their land he just stood and glared warningly at the deviant male. Even though he was still broken and she wasn’t truly his, the woman would have his protection from any form of physical attack. Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks. .jadenzz b {font-weight:bold; color:#3f6934; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #11290b; } .jadenzz p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .jadenzz {margin:0 auto; width:440px; background-color:#395437; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/23jq45d.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 280px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#516d4a; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .jadenzz p b:before { content: open-quote; } .jadenzz p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html]
06-05-2012, 03:18 PM
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When last she had seen another of her family, it had been many seasons that turned to years. The memories of her childhood within the Exultare band was fresh as always, but interactions with all else were foggy at best. A negative effect to such isolation and rigorous training, though no regret touched her eyes as she again looked to the lone, shaggy male.
The touch of her companion's paw offered a kind of protection that was unneeded, but none the less appreciated for his effort. While one did not condone trickery cast upon oneself, it was an unfortunate but necessary learned behavior of this male and the family he represented. X'yrin was quite still as she looked again from one male to another, a silent contemplation written across her face. Then the light of recognition graced her brow as her eyes lingered on the band and the dreadful 'nickname' from her youth was recalled. She tore her eyes away from the band to meet the fellow's gaze and though her tail swayed excitedly, she said nothing yet to properly greet him.
There was an indescribable joy in seeing another Nomad, but an unseen possibility of danger greatly outweighed this joyous reunion. Yet even under the assumption that was more than a casual encounter, the female conducted herself as she would with any other guest that crossed her path. She smiled kindly, and lowered her head in the midst of his questioning then comfortably seated herself before him. With a slight turn she nudged her companion's hand endearingly, assuring there was little need for him to be on guard. "...not 'curious one'." The retort of her childhood further insured her recognition of the unsightly specimen before them and was made in the hopes of easing the growing tension between the two. "It has been too long if you still insist on calling me that," she continued, no longer burdened by the lead tongue of youth. Yet she knew that it was still heavy in comparison to the finely crafted saber of a Lambda's tongue. "...and please do well not to be unkind to my friend. What few I have I cherish and would rather not see them bothered... especially by your 'strange' words."
And how she despised his particular brand of speaking. She recalled him not as an unkind soul, but one that surrounded himself in dense sentences and metaphor, a headache in comparison to the Exultare and Evan'ule form of communication through gesture and sound. It was enough to make even the most able bodied feel inferior when contesting against such articulation. And the warrior was no exception. Never the less, she continued. "I am sure what you have heard from home will be enough to explain why I am here. I see no reason to tell you otherwise. But since you are away from your family, perhaps you could tell me why. Last I recall, Lambda did not let their own leave without a particular purpose. I would be very interested to know what has made you the exception, X'ies." [/html]
06-05-2012, 04:12 PM
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Words – 300+ Jaden remained silent. There wasn’t much he could truly add to his friend and this deceiver’s conversation. They spoke of past he didn’t know and happenings he hadn’t experienced. Only what he could gather from information he already knew gave any indication as to what was going on here. They spoke of her leaving like it was something for her to be ashamed of. He knew she had left to find more than her family had to offer, but he had always assumed it was with their full consent and blessing. He had no reason to think otherwise until now. But why he was here continued to be hard to comprehend. He would not be taking her by force. That would require the wounded wolf to fight through Jaden’s armed and towering form. X’ies was obviously intelligent enough to discount those thoughts. Even if he continued to act confidently, he had still come to a sudden stop when faced with a warning. His words were damning though, no doubt where he found his self-assurance was behind those sharp syllables. Jaden was more than a little shaken by them. His first bout at X’yrin was met with the same sustained anger and aggression as before. The questions he posed went unanswered. And when he took a well worded stab at the obsidian man, his warning growls fell silent. Blue eyes shifted in a movement of disgust and anger from the other male’s relaxed form as the brute his words depicted rang as a clear copy of what Jaden feared in himself. The emotion in the movement was more at his inability to act against the pain now found on his mind than in himself, but that was still part of it. And more of his pride was injured by the simple ability for some stranger to read him so easily. Most anyone who would have said such a thing to the armed Alpha would have felt the poisonous words that bubbled into his maw as a response. But that would not only convey how deeply he had been stung to this witty wolf but also interrupt his dear friend’s reunion, if it could be called such. So he settled for silence, drawing his claw away from his friend to cross over his chest with its companion. He returned his narrowed gaze to X’ies and simmered quietly. Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks. .jaden-fear b {font-weight:bold; color:#999999; letter-spacing:1px; } .jaden-fear .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; color:#999999} .jaden-fear p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .jaden-fear {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#1c1c1c; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/BB1Mn.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 230px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#535353; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html]
06-06-2012, 04:25 AM
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It was no different than a child speaking to a pup, and despite her age and experienced gained through the seasons, she felt no different than the youth she had been when compared to the intellect of the scruffy male before it. It as an aggravating feeling to which she would never admit, but endured none the less to appease both her own pride and their land’s relaxing guest. His brand was a kind that was not savory to those whose pallets were not accustomed to its taste and even to those that were, it was still bitter and uncomfortable going down. His words to her attested to this, earning raised hackles and quivering lips in retort. Nothing other than threat sat on her tongue but the words never left as she exercised her commendable calm and did well to maintain it. A deep breath and the ridge beneath her flowing mane smoothed down, more so by the captured minute traces of home that was not easily rid from the Lambda than the actual act itself.
Yet his crafty tongue was not reserved only for her as his attention was drawn to her companion for a time, earning the full onset of what was meant to be a subdued growl. The sound swelled without warning as the female rose from her set as well to loom over the dingy male to caution his further actions.
“With every word…you are making it difficult for me to extend the same happiness in seeing you…” Her parted maw managed with some reluctance to close as again she was forced to deeply breathe to find her place of calm. “But understandably, we cannot fight who we are… and your tongue is as a part of you as my claws are a part of me. Perhaps before we are made to determine which has the better sting…we should talk in private? Surely you do not expect me to believe that you and my brother left our home just to find me…” Or she sincerely hoped this was not the case. Behind her annoyed façade was a fear hardly stirred, not since the earlier seasons when she first set out on her journey. Would she again be made to look over her shoulder, fearful that she would be made to return home? She needed to know…but did not want to hear the truth especially if it was meant to force a difficult decision. [/html]
06-06-2012, 05:21 AM
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06-06-2012, 04:51 PM
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Words – 300+ What gave X’ies the right? Where was he finding the courage to continue with his brutal assault of words? It had to be in his correct assumption that Jaden wouldn’t attack him because of X’yrin. She seemed to be agitated by his words too, but continued to down play it like something she knew to expect. Can’t fight who we are? As far as the optime male was concerned, nothing called for the actions of this stranger. He couldn’t even remember another time in his life where he was so angered simply by words. And he still continued to carry that smug tone suggesting things he couldn’t possibly know and trying, as it seemed he enjoyed, to enrage them. He stayed ever quiet next to his autumn companion as he realized the threatening growls and aggressive words he wanted to use would be only empty promises, at least for now. It was a trying endeavor through the shower of hard words. The only thing concerning is how badly you need to be made to eat your words! The angered thoughts were numerous but not a single one slipped past his maw. The only indication they existed was the icy glare firmly pinned on X’ies. When the wolf turned to leave it was only too soon. Blue eyes left the arrogant form to fall with mixed emotions on his beloved. Anger was a large portion of it, but worry, and confliction about letting her speak to X’ies alone as well as the implications he brought about sparked there too. All it would take is a gentle indication for him to leave and he would. She seemed to be able to handle his barrage of words better than he anyway. At least if she spoke to him and righted his mislead thoughts of her leaving, the beast might be gone from their land. Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks. .jaden-fear b {font-weight:bold; color:#999999; letter-spacing:1px; } .jaden-fear .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; color:#999999} .jaden-fear p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .jaden-fear {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#1c1c1c; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/BB1Mn.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 230px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#535353; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html]
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The distress caused by her request for privacy did not go unnoticed by the woman’s eyes, but it was not readily acknowledged either for the sake of maintaining a strict composure before the Lambda. Not til his back was turned did the Issor give an apologetic smile to her dear friend and provided a silent assurance they would speak again with a soft touch of her muzzle to his arm.
Time had been kind to keep her at a distance with her Nomad family though she loved them dearly and thought of them often. She had been given the opportunity to share in the wonderful experiences and obstacles that came with exploration. But with so good a thing, it was only a matter of time before the price for this joy must be paid. She could not elude it forever…. But perhaps she could barter for more time…
Silently, she padded after her childhood friend with the weighted steps of one marching to their end. But surely the ancestors had other plans than to let this new beginning come to an abrupt end. [/html] |