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Raze
#1
Quote:Near the Black River Reserve, has a satchel and a knife. Wearing her hair down in a curled heap at the base of her back.
WC: 417

Her hair had fallen out of her bun, but she was too lazy to untie it, the ribbon sat in a heap on the base of her back as she walked, bouncing against the tender skin. Gentle paw-prints fell on the ground and Aani glanced from her left, to her right. There was a book within her bag that was torn and tattered, some pages even burnt, and she pulled it out, touching the cover that was falling apart with gentleness. It was a book of toxic plants within the universe. Some of the flowers and plants were rather hard to find. Aani wasn’t even sure if half of the plants still existed to be honest.

Shrugging her way out of her satchel, she let it slide to the ground, as she stood for about fifteen minutes studying the blue flowers that finally she gave up on finding what they were in the book. Instead, she plucked a flower and stuck it in a page, saving it to look up later. Happening upon some other plants, she finally stopped before a large plant that was way taller than her. It wasn’t the first time she had seen this flower, but now, she aimed to discover what it was that was drawing everything to it. Perhaps it was the tall height of the plant that gave off such a sweet scent?

Aani trekked closer to it, having forgotten about her satchel for a few moments, before remembering it and returning to the spot she was before and snatching it up. Blonde and red her bun bouncing against her back once again. Turning her pink eyes up towards the plant, she clutched the book to her side and wondered if it were to be possible to steal a pink petal from this abnormally large flower. Ears flickered on her skull as she stared up at it. A hand covering it, for the sun sat high in the skies.

Pausing, she let her neck not get a crook, and instead, turned onto her knees the sounds of others who passed by, being left in the back of her mind. For right now, she wanted to examine this plant, and search for more poisons. Later she could explore the rest of the lands, and the plant. Ears twitched on her skull towards a sound behind her, but she didn’t dare move yet. Taking in a breath, she let her form remain solid in its position knelt by the extremely tall plant.
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You shouldn't get so close to that, fille.

The baritone voice might have sounded sure of itself, if not a little condescending, but the supercilious grin of the wolfdog who stood at the treeline wavered.

Midday sunlight warmed his coat and the gritty, almost sandy soil under his claws. Salt tinged the air, this close to the coast; he could taste it when he licked his lips. Its scent, however, was overpowered by the aroma of the tall, vibrant flower. It was a pleasant odor that tempted him to walk closer -- and that was what worried him.

Skoll hadn't seen the monstrous flowers on the southern coast himself, but he'd known people that had -- and some who'd lost their lives because of it. The thought of brainlessly following that heady perfume to plummet from the seaside cliffs terrified him in a way little else did. Even now, his discomfort was obvious, his smile tight as he pushed hair out of his face.


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#3
Quote:ahhh, sorry about the delay! <3
WC: 252

The male was speaking before she even really noticed he was there. He told her that she shouldn’t get to close to that, and then called her girl. She itched internally the French touching her ears and her mind unscrambling it. She knew French probably better than she knew Spanish. This was interesting.

Flickering her ears atop her wheat hair, she spun around and stood on unwavering brown legs. Eyes searching the tree line until she happened upon his looming silhouette. Daring to approach him, she did so, and her ears turned atop her skull, eyes raking over his body hungrily. She licked her lips. And why’s that, cherie?

Placing a hand on her hip, Aani approached the male a little bit more. Then let her hand drop, and she looked up at him. She was closer to him now, within a five foot radius. Sizing him up, she let her eyes roam all over again, without skipping a beat. She was trouble. But he seemed like he was his own basket-case of trouble. His fur looked worn, and his eyes a little crazed from the years. Was this how he saw her? Her pupils dilated as she dared to come a little closer. Just another foot or so.

Pink iris’ seeking out his eyes, as she stared at him. Her habit for making people uncomfortable was not just something she liked to do. She loved it. Who’re you? A question she tasted as she said it, and grinned out towards him.
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The mocha-colored female spun neatly around when he spoke, sizing him up as she approached. He looked her over, too, though his glance was far from lascivious; she looked like a yearling just grown into her curves, younger than his children. Her narrow muzzle revealed her coyote heritage – as did that dangerous grin, or so Skoll thought. Most coyotes were trouble in one sense or another.

Her pink gaze roaming shamelessly, the girl accomplished her goal of making him uncomfortable. He grimaced, inching a step back, and swept his claws through his wild blond hair, inadvertently showcasing his missing eye more plainly. Holding off on answeirng her first question, he grunted at the second.

I'm old enough to be your grand-père, is who I am, the tall wolfdog chastised, then shook his head with a toothy smirk. My name is Skoll. And you, mioche? His baritone was teasing, but levelled into seriousness as he glanced past her, nostrils flaring at the sweet scent of the pink bloom.

Those flowers make your head foggy. I've seen Luperci walk off cliffs because they're too busy daydreaming. Well, he hadn't seen it, but he'd heard enough to make him wary. One minute you're high off your ass, the next you're splattered on the ground, or worse – washed out to sea. His tongue traced his teeth nervously before he jerked his head, beckoning her to follow. Let's get away from it.

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#5
Quote:ahaha awkward skoll is great <3
WC: 303

The grimace on his face made Aani almost laugh out loud. Cocking a brow at him, her little toes curled into the dirt, and when he stepped back, she stepped forwards. His hands found his blonde hair, and another head cock, made her pink eyes rest on his face. He was handsome for an older gentleman, perhaps Aani had been approaching the wrong type of characters. What she needed was someone who was experienced. In all aspects.

If she had a drink, she would have spit it out. He was old enough to be her grandpa? Aani took a step back a little bit, but didn’t let the little mishap detour her at all. Blushing, now it was Aani who felt awkward. Not showing this a bit, besides her stepping backwards, she let her pink eyes roam once more for good measure, before his words fell silent.

For a few moments too long, Aani stared and then blinked. Back to reality. Kid? I ain’t a kid. She huffed like a spoiled little brat. Ears flickered on her skull, and she recalled the words he said about a Lupreci wandering over the ledge of a cliff. Huh, interesting. Off the cliff? Did you see them splatter? Was it gruesome? Words were laced with mischievous little eyes, and a playful grin.

Oh, I’m Aani. Little brown and white fingers extended out towards him and then her brown hand, eyes dancing with dangerous possibilities. Where shall we go? Possibilities went through her head, and she flickered her gaze towards him and into the forest. Her most recent experience with the strangers who beat her and abused her, obviously didn’t give her anymore common sense. Males were usually untrustworthy.

Somehow, she thought this male might be different. He was old enough to be her grandpa after, all.
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Bold, the girl advanced a step to meet his retreat, though this faltered when he chastised her about their age difference. His hope that she would drop her interest was dashed with the last slow trail of her pink eyes, though that seemed to be the end of it – but not of her mischief.

He snorted when she childishly protested being called a child, dramatically rolling his singular green eye. How many times had his pups proclaimed the same? It wasn't hard to see bits of Galilee's stubborn impishness in her response, especially the way her face lit up at morbid talk. Playing along, he smirked.

Très gruesome, Skoll agreed. Skull cracked open like an eggshell. It was all runny like an egg too.

He wagged his tail, big yellow teeth bared in amusement, but paused to regard her proffered hand suspiciously. With some reluctance he reached to shake it, confident that he was strong enough to escape her grasp if she had untoward intentions. Anywhere that's not here, he said, snorting again when the flower's pleasant scent managed to tickle his sinuses. Without further preamble or consideration, he turned and trudged into the coastal wood.

You have someone taking care of you? Skoll asked Aani as they walked, glancing idly at the sunlight filtering through the trees. He had no destination, as long as the girl was safe; his gait was unhurried, and his broad shoulders had lost some of their tension.

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#7
Quote:i got a little carried away. but anyways. here's anni's responses XD <3
WC: 553

There was no explanation as to why the femme was enthralled with death. Perhaps, it was the curiosity about what came out of the body besides the normal bodily functions. It was all interesting to her. Wondering idly what it would look like to skin another. She shook the thought away, her eyes returning to his face. Then the pink eyes found his eye.

Aani had never before seen the insides of another Lupreci, let alone the insides of their brain that was inside their heads. This made her almost creepy to others, because the thoughts of finding out really what it looked like, made her all the more curious. Her mother told her enough times while she was younger not to play with her food. But it was always fun. Ears swiveled on her head and pink eyes held his longer than she should have. But she didn’t care.

She listened to his words without breaking their contact, and she cocked a grin. Taking his words into her wicked little mind, she lulled them around and tested them with images her brain could come up with. It was a few minutes before she responded to him. Eyes still holding their creepy little stare.

Oh yeah? She questioned him. Gruesome you say? A falter in her words as her face comically scrunched up. Then, the face of hers turned into a wickedly wild coyote grin. Teeth showing, and her pink eyes stared at him absently. No one was home right now, please come back later. I would love to see that. The scent of the flowers touched her nose again, and she briefly addressed it with a flicker of her eyes, before they returned to his own eye.

What happened to your eye? It was a bold question but she didn’t really care. Partially she did, partially she did not. He intrigued her. A friend of mine, a bold faced lie, but he wouldn’t know that, has a scar across her cheek. She pointed to where Carya’s scar hung on her face boldly for all to see. Her mother. She got it from trusting someone who took her out into the middle of nowhere. Held her hostage, tortured her. Shit like that. The thought didn’t cross her mind until she said it out loud, and she looked him dead in the face, eyes wandering over it and she stepped uncomfortably close to the male. You wouldn’t dare, would you? You’re too sweet.

Her words were sickly sweet, almost like a creepy little baby doll, she stared him dead in the face, her own brown face void of all emotions. You don’t seem like that, if you were, I wouldn’t have much to offer. A flicker of her tongue as she stood a little bit closer, almost touching him with her breasts. I’m tainted. The last word was a whisper. Just as soon as she approached that subject, it stopped.

His next words fell unto her ears and she absently shook her head, while humming in her throat. Mmm….nope. Another lie, but she couldn’t help but grin at him, just as if the conversation about her being “tainted” never happened. Ain’t got no one. Then, her conversation continued with him, as she continued following him, her words partially monotoned. What about you, vieil homme?
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Aani was fucking with him, he decided.

He believed this to be true because he was usually the one doing the – well, maybe that wasn't an appropriate word in this instance, lest she get any more ideas. Regardless, Skoll enjoyed ruffling others' feathers, baiting them into irritated outbursts or afflicting them with squirming discomfort. Sometimes they refused to play along, shutting him down coldly or – God forbid – actually getting upset. A special few retorted with challenging banter that made him grin, and those tended to be his favorite type of people.

That was probably his best bet.

And so he favored her with another dramatic eye-roll when she put on her morbid mask – dead stare and smiling fangs – then chuckled when she asked about his disfigurement. Tapping his cheekbone below the empty socket, he replied. Some coyote stabbed it out, speaking of runny. It's sad, really, that was my good side. At least he already enjoyed joking about his eye; it was better than pity.

The conversation grew dark with the implications of her friend's torture, and Skoll stumbled to a clumsy halt as he realized it. This afforded Aani the opportunity to press herself closer, her pink tongue tracing lips that dripped poisonous honey. Whereas everything else merely served to make him feel awkward, this horrified him – the shock clear in his widening eye, his gaping mouth, until his jaw clicked and his scarred face softened with something like pity and concern.

Then he grunted, glancing away. His baritone was gruff. I can be a shithead and I've done some stuff I'm not proud of, but never anything like that.

With that, the odd pair began to walk on, the ferns rustling with their passage and leaves casting mottled shadows on their features. He scoffed quietly when Aani casually revealed that she was alone, replying, Maybe you should. At the question being tossed back at him, he smiled lightly and pushed his yellow hair (streaked with more and more hints of aged silver) from his face.

I got a daughter who lives around here. His eye narrowed, glancing back over his shoulder at the coymutt. She's a morveuse like you. He ducked awkwardly beneath a lower-hanging branch that the shorter female could neatly step under. Other than that, no one in the area, not anymore.

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#9
Quote:inspiration is this
WC: 374

Skoll. His blonde form was taller than hers. Much bulkier too, she half-way wondered how he would be in bed. Ears tilted on her head as she cocked a brow at him, a devilish little smile crawling up onto her face. Eyes soaked in his body, once again. He rolled his eye, and Aani missed it because she was too busy licking her lips at the older male.

His words about how it was taken out by a coyote made her giggle. I’m a ‘yote. Wink. Better watch yerself Cherie. Cue ridiculous coyote grin.

Old enough to be my grandpa? Psh, still a looker. Bet he’s good in the sack too. Ears tilted backwards, and she smiled up at him once again. This time looking directly into his eye with her salmon eyes.

They continued walking, side by side, she dared herself to move closer to him. Closer. Almost shoulder to shoulder. Brown and white fingers dared themselves to reach out and touch his hand. Just. An. Inch. Furs brushed against his as she walked near him.

There was no shame, not a single bone in her body gave a fuck about what she was doing. All she cared about was what she wanted. And she had her eye on this male, for some reason he drew to her like the wind drew to the poppies in the field.

The mention of his daughter, drew her out of her fake bashfulness, as she glanced up at him with his next words. Oi? Then a little hurtfulness to her face at his mention of her being a brat. Moi? A morveuse? Never. Playfully and flirtatiously she flitted a hand to her hair and toyed with a loose strand.

Walking under the branch he had to dunk under, a root stuck up out of the ground a few feet up. Planning to trip over it, purposely, she would make herself connect with his larger form. Once they happened towards the area, she went to lift one leg over it, and the other caught, and into Skoll she fell. Arms went out straight, and would grab onto whatever part of his she could manage.

Oh my hero. Pink eyes would gaze up at him boldly she flirted.
#10
She winked and flirted and grinned, walking close enough that chocolate-colored fur brushed sandy-gold, but Skoll did his best to ignore her, knowing that a reaction was likely what she wanted out of him. He fixed his one-eyed gaze forward, only a rosy-hued ear swiveled back in her direction as he snorted at her various quips. Aani was a funny little character; he’d give her that. She’d probably get along with Lee.

When the coyote girl stumbled over the root, Skoll reacted quickly and instinctively — utterly without thinking. Perhaps it was a product of “dad reflexes” honed from catching his children when they leaped and tumbled, or just a lucky fluke, but his muscular arm flung out to bear Aani’s weight as she clutched for support. She hung onto him, pink eyes gazing suggestively into his, and Skoll stared back at her for a beat.

Then he dropped her.

She fell, though he was already striding away before he noticed whether she’d managed to catch herself after that. “If you aren’t going to behave, you don’t get to follow me around,” he said without looking back. He didn’t even know where he thought they were going; away from the flowers was his only plan, though at this point he wouldn’t bat his eye if she went back to their dangerous embrace. The thought made him scowl as he finally glanced over his tattooed shoulder, raising his brows.
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#11
Did he really just drop her?

How rude! She wasn't very good at acting like a hurt little brat, but she was great at acting like a spoiled one. She huffed at him, her eyes lifting to his face as she watched him. That wasn't very nice ya know. She mumbled her feelings a little hurt, because while she was flirting with him, she also knew that friendship was what she really needed.

Thoughts aside, she thought perhaps she could behave herself. Licking her lips, she stood up and dusted herself off. Thanks for catching me, anyway. Waving a chocolate and cream hand she stood on her feet once again and balanced herself. This would get interesting or awkward. There was only really one way to find out, and that was to continue to push until she either got her ass knocked out or she got what she wanted.

Behave. What did that word even mean? Aani was a stranger to such things, it would seem. Where do you wanna go then? She could behave, even if just for a mere moment.
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“I’m not a very nice person,” Skoll replied, and belied that by stopping to wait for her to catch up as she dusted dead leaves and soil from her fur.

She scampered to his side and asked where he wanted to go, and Skoll grunted as his gaze swept out over the woods. Without pack duties or other obligations to guide him, most of his wandering was aimless — which the girl would undoubtedly find boring. He would hunt, but he’d eaten recently enough, and he didn’t know how good a hunter she would be.

Mulling over it, he considered how sad his life had become. Was this what the proud Seneschal had been reduced to, mechanically walking from place to place hoping that something interesting would happen to him?

Something interesting — like Aani. He sighed, noting that he should be careful what he wished for in the future.

“What do you like to do? Don’t answer that,” he growled, before she could offer up an uncouth suggestion. “There’s a lake further inland. We can see how far I can throw you into the water.” He smirked.
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#13
Not a nice person? A not nice person wouldn’t have caught her in the first place. She reveled in that fact and hid her own smile against her hand, as she looked over the elder gentleman.

She could behave. She needed to. Even if her entire being wanted to just ravish this man, she needed act so haste. She wanted him, to come to her. But she knew deep down, that was just wishful thinking. When he asked her what she wanted to do, she almost replied with you silly. But his growl made her all the more curious as she cocked a brow and threw him a devilish grin.

That quickly turned to something more…Skoll wasn’t only easy on the eyes, but he was also intriguing to her. She flickered her mane behind her shoulder and trailed after him. Throw her? That might…be fun. Oh yeah? Maybe I can see how far I can push you, too. A grin in play with more than one reasoning behind that term.

Aani wasn’t your average girl, and she certainly wasn’t going to really let age be a factor as to why she wasn’t going to get any action. But Skoll denied her, and Aani wasn’t one to force herself onto people. Well, okay, that was a lie. But not entirely so. She would respect what he wanted. For now.


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