collecting your jar of hearts

Lokr

POSTED: Wed May 13, 2015 8:34 pm

running 'round leaving scars
[ 366 ] » Early evening, Drifter Bay. I'm so bad at starting posts. >.<

The winds compelled her east, to the coast, to the smell of seaspray and sand. To the ebb and flow of salty water and scuttling sealife across the beach. To the beating waves and driving seabreeze. To driftwood, seaweed, and moss. Despite being born at sea she had never seen it, at least not with eyes that remembered ever having beheld such a sight, and those golden eyes took it all in at that moment not with wonder or delight or bewilderment, but with indifference. It was water, a large and vast quantity of it, but water nonetheless, and she felt nothing sentimental for it even in spite of trying. Kicking a nearby rock the bit of stone spun in its propulsion and skipped once before sinking into the blue, the tiny splash quickly swallowed up by the rolling waves.

The late evening sunglow danced at the peaks of each upsurge, setting the bay ablaze in a shimmer of reds, oranges, and yellows. Such a scene would have been romantic to some, even many, but to the temptress she was more bored than enamored. "You play. You play." Came a tiny voice at her feet and golden eyes lowered to peer down at her youthful companion Yama. The mischievous little fox had scampered away from his place near her horse and now that he had gotten her attention happily moved to lay himself atop one of her foot-paws. He was still learning to speak properly but had a good grasp of the basics and his demands for food and play were very obvious when he wanted them heard.

"Run along back to Indra, I don't want you this close to the water. Go." With a slide of her foot she gingerly nudged him off and in the direction of the great white stallion, who nickered at the little fox begrudgingly romping back. She watched him go before slowly sinking into a seated state upon the sodden sand, the encroaching tide softly lapping at her toes with each surge. She wasn't sure what drew her to the sea and she wasn't sure what compelled her to stay there, but she didn't want to leave, not yet anyways.

Table by Eve




Avatar by San; Siggy by Raze

User avatar
Eve
Luperci Chaos Star
DRAGONBORN
YOL TOOR SHUL

POSTED: Fri May 22, 2015 4:53 am

hark that warning whisper in your heart

Many were called to the ocean waters. So vast, and deep; Terrible, and wondrous. Merchants and mercenaries alike braved the swirling tides. Some, calling themselves shipwrights and travelers, came to love the water as one might love a home.

Lokr had ever been a beast of the deep woods. The only draw he felt to the crashing waves was one of nostalgia, and guilt.

On foot, the Lord Commander was garbed only as a simple hunter. His leather jerkin was toughened and stiff, and held out much of the ocean breeze; The bow on his back, lovingly oiled and carved yew, fared less well. He had been brooding foully out at the great grey squalor, ebbing away his time where he was fairly certainly no spies wandered, when he had come across a set of tracks; A long horse, with heavy enough steps that it was likely ridden.

And so, pleased to be sidetracked, the young dragon followed the tracks down along the bay.

A white stallion waited patiently by the scrub. He was a magnificent animal, clearly of no heavy Northern breed - Perhaps a desert beast, favored by Southerners. A little fox gamboled by the horse's hooves. And there, down by the water; A woman crouched, the ocean wind toying with her long mahogany locks, tossing them frivolously.

Because he did not wish to think of other women - One with hair like spun gold, the other with hair as white as seafoam - Lokr found himself inclined to question, and discover, the purpose of this traveler. Like a wraith he moved, with quiet hunter's steps; Though not caring to hide himself, for the horse would have keen senses even if the crashing waves smothered his earthly scent.

Content to watch the strange, beautiful woman down by the waves, the Lord Commander crouched comfortably on his heels, his vivid green eyes keen upon her.

I have always loved the way you write <3 | [wc — ??] template by hilli

slithered here from Eden

User avatar
Alaine
Luperci /
wrath of the north
a voice in the deep

POSTED: Sat May 23, 2015 12:26 am

running 'round leaving scars
[ 436 ] » Ohyou~<3

Lids lowered to half-mast over glittering gemstones as ears drooped against the dark waves of wild hair spilling from her head. She was relaxed, too relaxed, so much so that she had allowed the world to fall away around her and settled her focus solely on the rolling waves. Her senses shrank back and what she heard, saw, smelled, and touched, was only what was immediately around her. The crashing of waves against the shore, the soft sunglow beaming off the swells, the salty, sandy, scents, and grit and wet beneath her paws. Her little bubble was her whole world for that moment, an encapsulated fragment of time in which she and the sea were all that were there, two fluid bodies alike and dissimilar all at once.

Her reverie was more than welcome and seemed endless until a loud nasally snort shattered her delicate sphere and brought her back to reality with a sharp start, as if a bolt of lightning shot down her spine. Indra shook his head after emitting his warning; his dark eyes watching the source of his alarm with evident caution, his great body steeled as curled ears pitched back against his dark mane. Cream lids dropped a veil over glimmering gold for a moment, a deep breath drawn in and held for a beat before it was released in a slow and deliberate exhale. Her ears gave a twitch and pivoted to focus on where her companions where resting, calmly awaiting any further sounds of distress. Indra shifted his weight across his hoofs but did not make a move to charge or defend his mistress just yet, he was too well trained to be so reckless, but still nonetheless poised for an attack. Yama, on the other hand, was ready to flee, his tiny form pressed low to the ground beneath the small cluster of underbrush the two creatures were lingering beside.

When all but relative silence returned to her attentive ears the temptress finally stood, her body rising up upon long slender legs in one smooth and fluid motion. In that moment she pivoted somewhat upon one paw to turn in slight and peer over her shoulder at the lurking hunter, gilded gaze meeting virulent green from behind a flowing curtain of ebony whipped up by the breeze. Her eyes were luminous in the low light of dusk, her form backlit against the fiery palette of reds and oranges of the sinking sun behind her. For a moment, she stared, watching the watcher before a hand finally rose to slowly smooth back the rebellious locks around her face. "Hunter."

Table by Eve




Avatar by San; Siggy by Raze

User avatar
Eve
Luperci Chaos Star
DRAGONBORN
YOL TOOR SHUL

POSTED: Tue May 26, 2015 1:30 am

hark that warning whisper in your heart

The stallion, clearly a well-trained beast, was quick to alert his owner to the presence of a stranger.

When Lokr had been younger, a child with an old man's eyes, his nunckle Ezekiel had taught him many things. Zeke had known a language in which to communicate with lesser beasts - His stallion, a giant red sunborn creature, had known at the slightest sound what his master's intentions had been.

Lokr had learned some of this, though certainly not enough to be a beastmaster as Ezekiel had been. Regardless, his eyes flickered in annoyance to the great ivory steed, and beneath his breath he uttered a soft and persuasive sound.

It was too late, though; The woman had heeded her beast's warning, and turned now toward him.

She was beautiful - Beautiful in the way that nature can sometimes be, cruel and sudden. If Lokr had not already been heartsick, he might have fancied the supple curves of her, the long lean limbs and the willowy-thin waist. Coyote blood, in it's most appealing form; The long waves of her hair shone with healthy luster in the warmth of the dying sun.

Her greeting, a single word, pulled his thin black lips into the ghost of a smile.

"Mistress," The Lord Commander replied softly, easing back to a stand. There was no shame in him that he had been caught watching the stranger; Most days, there was no shame in him at all.

In a loose and casual stance that suggested he meant her no harm, Lokr's volatile gaze wandered over the woman, and back to the stallion - Just barely skipping over the little kit that pressed itself timidly to the earth. "Travelling South?" He queried lightly, sharp teeth flickering with the words.

Suddenly the Witcher is interfering with how I write Lokr, because GERALT | [wc — ??] template by hilli

slithered here from Eden

User avatar
Alaine
Luperci /
wrath of the north
a voice in the deep

POSTED: Sat May 30, 2015 12:15 am

running 'round leaving scars
[ 288 ] » TOTALLY FINE

Nostrils quivered, flared, drew in the scent of the other to know him by the places he had been, the company he kept. He smelled of pine and sea salt, hints of damp earth and prey, ungulate, caribou perhaps. By his garb and his armaments he was a hunter, that much was obvious, but he was clean, well kept, and it made her wonder if he was something more than just that. Further still his voice was genteel and his wording refined, and even as he rose into a calm and relaxed stance there was an air of regality about him. It summoned a curious glint in her gilded gaze, the very slightest quirk of brow to denote her evident interest. Even with so few words between them he had intrigued her and she thirsted for more from him, more information, more words, more anything.

"Yes, following whispers." She said, her voice soft and lilting like the coo of a dove. She turned to face him completely now and dared to venture a few steps closer, narrowing the space between them to no more than a wolf's length, maybe more. Indra shifted his weight across his hoofs uncomfortably once again and it took only a glance from the huntress to still the beast, his head lowering nose at the quivering kit, who too felt a measure of ease under the watchful eye of their guardian. A soft but sweet little smile eased to her sharp maw as her gaze found its way back to the hunter, gold meeting green once again, holding them, as she spoke again. "It's a bit unwise to sneak up on a lady like that. Any closer and I'd have you on your back."

Table by Eve




Avatar by San; Siggy by Raze

User avatar
Eve
Luperci Chaos Star
DRAGONBORN
YOL TOOR SHUL

POSTED: Tue Jun 02, 2015 4:55 am

hark that warning whisper in your heart

He felt her intelligence by her eyes; They way the watched him, measured him. Lokr knew how to look for these things - How to look for someone who is dangerous. It was a skill that had, thus far, kept him alive.

She is dangerous, he thought, with no small amount of delight.

The cool tones of her voice were a luxurious contrast to the warmth of her, the bright fires of her pelt. She would not be the first coyote drawn South by the whisper of a promised land - Inferni had always been a beacon to the true-blooded, and like as not, would always be. It was a lucky thing that his father had secured some tenuous alliance before leaving his throne bare to the queen. The coyotes could be vicious and unforgiving enemies, he knew.

Her nearness made his pupils swell, inky drops of black in an abyss of venomous green ichor.

"On my back?" Lokr echoed darkly, brows raising as though in surprise. "Is that a threat, or an invitation?" His smile grew wide, to show a mouth full of sharp, yellowed teeth. What a welcome distraction from the woes of life! And if this strange woman was Inferni-bound, he figured it only appropriate to welcome her as such.

"Never would I sneak up on a lady," The Lord Commander amended chastely, though his eyes were sly and cunning, and wicked with dry humor. "But a fellow hunter? You were fair game, mistress, the fairest game of all." For what was she, if not a hunter? Her steed, her stance - A soldier, perhaps? Inferni had its fair share of those.

YOU JUST GET ME | [wc — ??] template by hilli

slithered here from Eden

User avatar
Alaine
Luperci /
wrath of the north
a voice in the deep

POSTED: Thu Jun 25, 2015 10:18 pm

running 'round leaving scars
[ 292 ] » Sorry this took an eternity~ D|

His words summoned a soft and light little laugh that tricked from behind a brief flash of sharp pearly whites. Her sweet little smile broadened into something more beguiling but turned wicked as her maw dipped in an acknowledging nod, although to what she was agreeing was up to him to decide. Her eyes drank him in a little more closely this time, taking note of his features, mostly coyote with a splash of wolf and a few drops of dog. Those bright acidic green eyes where what drew her in, peering from a pool of earthen hues and accented by stark streaks akin to tears; what a marvelous creature.

His next string of words brought her focus back to their conversation, her smile unfading as her head tilted ever so in slight and eyes narrowed at his jest, amused by insinuation that she was not at all a proper lady. She wasn't, the very idea of being refined and ladylike was laughable to her, but that was not for him to decide. "I suppose I did place myself in quite the compromised position." She mused, her gaze straying to her companions momentarily, recalling how Indra had warned her of the mysterious male's presence. She would have heard him coming eventually, but he had the advantage of her losing her focus, and she didn't like that.

"Although that does make me wonder, what would you have done if you had gotten closer?" There was a glint in those golden eyes, a mischievous, daunting, daring, little shine as her gaze returned to find poisonous green again. He had interest enough to linger there and stare at her from afar, so she was curious, just how much interest did this regal northern hunter have.

Table by Eve




Avatar by San; Siggy by Raze

User avatar
Eve
Luperci Chaos Star
DRAGONBORN
YOL TOOR SHUL

POSTED: Mon Jul 06, 2015 1:53 am

hark that warning whisper in your heart

While he watched the woman, Lokr wondered at her; Coyote, bound for Inferni, with a warm russet streak along the bridge of her nose. Lykoi, then? It was as good a guess as any - That particular family had a gene pool so widespread that it was infamous by reputation alone. If she was Lykoi-blood, she was off limits. There were too many zealots in that family tree for meddling, many of them fanatical about their place in the world.

He had already trifled with one woman of a well-known family line; And it had done damage enough to last a lifetime.

What would you have done if you had gotten closer?

The question was a taunt, a delightful offer of instigation. The golden eyes that watched him were too cunning, too clever, to be tripped up by little word-games. Pleased by her coyness, the Lord Commander hummed thoughtfully deep in his throat. His eyes, hungry and potent, were far more of an answer than any words to be given.

"Closer? Why would I want to do that - There was such a lovely view from back here, you see. It is becoming for man to stop once in a while, to admire the scenery, lest we become numb to it," Her nearness brought the feminine scent of her close to him, and Lokr breathed deeply of it, memorizing.

Before he could become ensnared, however, the young dragon took a smooth step backward, to maintain the semblance of a space between them. "You should be careful in this area, mistress," He offered the warning playfully, a black smile edging about the sharp lines of his maw. "There are a lot of unsavory types around here - Folk who are not so good at watching as they are at, say, taking."

Not that any Salsolan would try - The mark of Lykoi, the interest in Inferni, made her offlimits as a slave; Let alone the fire in her eyes, that suggested she would not be broken.

ffff, you and me both <3 | [wc — ??] template by hilli

slithered here from Eden

User avatar
Alaine
Luperci /
wrath of the north
a voice in the deep

Dead Topics