Re: I care not for your poetry

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POSTED: Thu Feb 14, 2019 3:47 am

Greed seemed just as confused as her, a similar expression plastered on his face. His maw opened, as if to say something else but no words left his lips. The Hushhowl woman asked a simple question, not understanding why he couldn't stop thinking about her, but also wondering why she had often thought of him when it had been just a short meeting between the two of them.

She couldn't explain what it was she was feeling, this fluttering feeling in her stomach, this nervousness, it just didn't make sense. She hadn't ever felt this way around anyone else before, so why was it different now? The earthen toned male seemed just as lost as she, claiming he wasn't sure just yet why he thought of her so often but that was why he was there. He reiterated once more that he was not there for Night and stating that she was more interesting than she thought. Once again, Dusk was left feeling unsure what to say. Pools of blue and gold fixed on his fiery hues before noticing the grin on his face as he spurred his horse on, taking off ahead of her in the direction they were already heading. Without another thought, she urged Oakley on as well, taking off after the man. She did her best to catch up to the man, racing him back to her own home. A wide smile spread across her lips as she looked over to the man across from her. It didn't take much longer before she pulled her stead back down into a walk as they entered the Hushhowl camp. Everything in the immediate vicinity smelled of Hushhowls and she attempted to scent the air to see who all was still home at the moment. Night, her two kids, and Borya were definitely all home, but she wasn't quite sure who else was. Dusk urged her horse forward towards the small lean-to stable and dismounted before ridding Oakley of her saddle and other adornments as she glanced back over at Greed, waiting to see what he might say first.
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POSTED: Mon Mar 11, 2019 1:26 am

It was as if the spur of his horse into motion was all it took to leave that conversation behind. Soon enough, Dusk was on his heels and then galloping beside him. He looked over to her and his grin widened. The joy seemed to overpower anything else he was feeling now as they raced to her home. It was easy enough to follow her scent there, leave her in the dust and claim victory, but he was enjoying riding alongside her, catching her glances and brilliant smiles. It made him forget everything that troubled him in his life right now.

Just as quickly as they'd taken off, they were there. Shortly after Dusk pulled her horse to a cool walk, Greed did the same. He pulled Aithon to a complete stop, jaw agape at their cozy den. Greed huffed, then gave the horse a small nudge to walk and followed Dusk to the stables.

He caught up with her and dismounted, no saddle to remove from Aithon. Once he was on his own feet, it meandered into the stable, taking his time as to look at ever detail of her home. He smoothed the horses fur as he came up behind Dusk, gazing curiously over at her. She looked back at him and he raised his brow. Lovely. Compared to my decaying tower and tent, this is a castle. Looks like home. Amber hues searched her gold and blue oceans and he seemed to forget his train of thought. Lovely. A relaxed huff rushed through his nostrils as he took a step closer to her. His heart pound in his chest as he reached out, attempting to take her hand in his if she would allow it.

Thank you for bringing me here. He said in a low, cool tone. The nerves crept in again. It was like he was a youth again, exploring the caves with Lithia or receiving lessons from Lust. He hadn't felt this way in some time and it had him shook.
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POSTED: Thu Mar 21, 2019 11:43 pm

It didn't take long at all for the pair to reach the Hushhowl den. Mismatched eyes glanced back at the earthen toned male, his mouth hanging open as his eyes fell upon her home. It was rather impressive she supposed, the amount of work they put into building such a large den fairly obvious. They had carved into the hillside, hollowing it out to make something that was large enough for the family of twelve to all fit comfortably inside.

The Hushhowl matriarch dismounted and quickly took to tending to her mare, taking off her saddle and glancing over as Greed led his horse to the small stable as well. Her hand ran down Oakley's neck as she felt her male companions presence behind her. Turning around to meet his gaze, he gave kind words regarding her home before he repeated that first word he had spoken. This time though, it didn't seem as if he was talking about the den, not with how he was looking at her. Heat rose to her face, her heart pounding in her chest as he stepped closer to her. Mismatched eyes glanced down for just a moment as he took her hand in his before meeting his gaze once more. He thanked her for bringing him to his home, a statement to which she did not have a reply right away. It seemed she was more nervous than she had thought. She hadn't ever been in a situation like this before, save for the one drunken time with Zetsu. O-of course. She stuttered slightly as she spoke, her eyes not leaving his for a moment. Her heart was pounding so hard she could almost swear he would be able to hear it.
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POSTED: Wed Apr 17, 2019 11:06 pm

Like a scene from a play, perfectly scripted and planned, Dusk turned to meet his smoldering gaze. She was quiet as he spoke, but her eyes dared to stay on him except for one moment of weakness. He, however, would not peel his blazing suns away from her. He would wait for any sign, any signal, that she was at all effected by him. She allowed her hand to nestle within his own, and he grasped it firmly. Her warmth transferred into his paw pads and he drew himself even closer.

His own heart raced in his chest, pumping blood like a coursing river throughout his veins. He found himself swallowing, hard, in attempt to remain cool before the Hushhowl princess. Normally, it would come easily. Now, he found himself chasing after control. Why did she make him feel this way? They barely knew each other. This should be easy, but it was not. He covered his struggle well as his other hand lifted to stroke Dusk's cheek. He had to take the chance as it was given to him.

Finally, Dusk responded with a slight stutter to her words. That was the signal he had been waiting for, that delightful lapse in her armor. With a light huff, Greed leaned into place a gentle, lingering, kiss on her lips. His face burned hot with passion, nerves, and everything else that came with with it. He hadn't felt this way since... Well, since a time he'd rather not dwell on. Why did he do this to himself? Why did he place his heart in so many hands? At this moment, it didn't feel like an obstacle though and so he allowed the feeling to engulf him completely. Slowly, Greed pulled back to judge Dusk's reaction at his bold move.
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POSTED: Thu Apr 18, 2019 12:13 am

As soon as her hand was in his, Greed held it firmly. The Hushhowl woman couldn't be sure, but she could almost swear he seemed just as nervous as her in that moment. Her heart pounded in her chest as his free hand came up to gently stroke her cheek, her own hand reaching up to touch his arm. This was all new to the two toned fae, no one had ever had such an effect on her. Well, at least not while sober but she wasn't completely sure that drunken encounter counted seeing as she didn't even remember all of it.

Blue and gold orbs remained fixed on those amber hues until he leaned in and her heart nearly skipped a beat as his lips were suddenly pressed against hers. At first, the action startled her, her eyes widening for just a moment before slowly closing as she returned the kiss. It all ended just as quickly though and Dusk looked up at him as he pulled back. This all had happened so fast, but it honestly felt right. It didn't matter to her that she hadn't known Greed very long, it was clear now that she was feeling something for the earthen toned man. Her hand slipped out of his and both came up to cup either side of his face, leaning into him as she kissed him.
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POSTED: Thu Apr 18, 2019 12:41 am

She seemed at peace when he pulled away. That was good. He smiled softly and ran his fingers down her neck. He'd forgotten where he was exactly and the fact that her family was probably lingering close by. All that mattered right now was what transpired between them in the next few moments.

Dusk pulled her hand out of his and slight worry struck his brow. Maybe he had pushed too far. Maybe she didn't agree with his gentle kiss. His breath was shallow, waiting for the final verdict. When her small hands pressed on either side of his face, his smile returned and one of his own hands cupped hers. What came next caused him to inhale sharply in surprise. She kissed him back. He surely wasn't expecting that. The rush took over him, his breath whispering out loudly through his nostrils as he released the sudden inhale, in a hot burst.

His arms found her waist and he pulled her close, before they found their way to her back. Claws dug lightly into her pale fur. Her touch felt heavenly, it was intoxicating. Her bold gesture fired him up in all the right ways and he found himself stepping forward excitedly, as if he planned on backing her against a wall. It didn't take him long to realize that maybe he was getting ahead of himself, and come to a halt. One of his hands rose to tease through her hair as they continued to kiss.

His laughter broke the kiss. Is your family inside? Oh how he wanted to continue kissing her. He wanted to let his passion take over as he'd done so many times before. However, he didn't want to disrespect Casa di Cavalieri or the Hushhowl clan. He could only imagine what one would think if they saw them here in the stables as they were now. His heavy breath would be a sure indicator that she was getting him entirely too riled up.
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POSTED: Fri Apr 19, 2019 12:52 am

Thunderous hooves rattled the ground with a bass rumbled cacophony that called the aged father's eyes open. Milk and honey blinked across the room groggily. He'd not meant to doze off, and that was clear by the suit of leather that still embraced him. The morning's training had spent him far more than he'd anticipated, but it was for the best. To keep his mind busy enough to distract him had become a daily chore, and restful sleep was still hard to come by.

Rising to his feet, he adjusted the armor that he bore upon his chest. Tea stained leather groaned in protest, but it's fasteners held fast. Mako had made great work of the suit, as simple as it was. A charcoal finger played along the tooled symbol of his family. His empire; born of love, compassion, and strength in adversity. He found pride in them, his children, and they continued to impress him every waking moment with thoughtful minds and warm hearts. As the textured leather of his digits followed the indention that entwined over his chest, he knew Hartt to be proud of them, too.

The alabaster cascade of long, heavy locks draped over his shoulders and over his breast as if it were rivers of ashen white threaded with the silver of time. A roughness in his features, from a part of his brain that was still gripping helplessly gripping to slumber, weren't of any foul mood or sour thoughts. Not quite yet. He was just getting started.

Silver ear shivered at the sound of voice from the outside of the denhome. Moving from the bed chamber to the central room found him surrounded by the warmth of a tired fire and the sound of Dusk just beyong the door outside. It was a second tone, however, that had the father with some direction now. Gripping the bow that was resting against the wall, and the arrow quiver beneath it, he draped his weaponry on and headed for the door.

Thoughts of future training were in his mind until the light of day flooded his sighted eye, only to be followed by the silhouette of his eldest daughter and that man that was currently locked onto her mouth.

“Noet ahll ov dhem,” The Patriarch took it upon himself to reply for Dusk as his hackles tempted to rise simply out of protective nature for his daughter. She's been hurt once before and he was not going to allow it to happen again, especially not within Casa's boundaries and certainly not so near to her den. A golden eye found the stranger with his fingers tangled into Dusk's long strands and it brought a more feral beat to his heart, a taper to his pupil, but he kept himself as neutral as he was able. Dusk was allowed the very same love that Darkness and Hartt had, and it was on her terms, so let those terms be known,” Doosk, who iz dhis?” He'd allow her to introduce not only the man she'd brought here, but she'd get the joy of telling this stranger who exactly stood before him.

Rather than hang the bow loosly in his hand, he settled it over his head and rested it's string across his chest. He'd not fought once for his life or the life of another with a weapon, and he was much better with a slug to the jaw in a sucker punch if that's what it took. The Hushhowl man would go to any extend to keep her safe, and it showed in his eye. It wasn't that he didn't approve of Luca's judgment, but just the same, Shaamah had been at their home, a friend and a snake all the same.


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POSTED: Sat Apr 20, 2019 1:43 pm

Her own actions certainly seemed to surprise Greed but he wasted no time in pulling her closer to him in order to deepen their kiss. Claws gently teased her back, sending a shiver down her spine. She didn't quite know what she was doing, but she honestly liked it. This kind of attention was not something she was used to by any means, but with each touch, little memories of that night with Zetsu flooded back into the forefront of her mind.

Two toned eyes opened as laughter broke the kiss, looking into amber hues rather than another pair of mismatched orbs. His question didn't quite reach her right away, but before she even had a chance to answer, another voice answered for her. Dusk looked over towards the den to see her father standing there, holding his bow and looking anything but pleased. The Hushhowl matriarch separated herself from the earthen toned male, moving closer to her aging father.

Dad, this is Greed Lykoi. He's a friend of mine and Night's. Her mind was currently flooded with confusing, conflicting thoughts which left her trying to push them off to the side for the moment at least. A hand beckoned the Lykoi man over as she closed the distance between her and her own father. Greed, this is my father, Darkness Hushhowl. The thoughts and opinions of her father mattered immensely to the woman. After all, she was searching for someone who would be her spring, just as her mother had been for her father, and who better to help her find such an individual than him?
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POSTED: Tue May 14, 2019 11:42 pm

There was no time for Dusk to respond before a thick, accented voice rumbled in his ears. His umber labyrinths folded backwards, surprised by the intensely male sound. Greed was quick to release Dusk from his grasp and spin to greet the hulking male, with a pelt stark white and black. He was not the least bit welcoming in appearance and Greed found his tail dropping in submissive respect for the other canine. This was not his home, not his pack, and Greed had not expected for anyone to find their way to he and Dusk in the stables. Quite foolish of him.

The Quill was also quick to note the presence of a bow in the male's hands, which only made Greed sink further into submissiveness. While The Order and Casa had always been on favorable terms, he knew that not all those of their alliance would be perceptive of that alliance. Nobody would know who he was by laying eyes upon him. He only smelled of those he saw every day, a scent that would not identify him as anything other than a loner.

The Cavalier questioned who he was, and Greed turned an ear back to Dusk as her voice was quick to chime in, fearless of the man. After the question was loosed, the bow was rested over his body and the umber Quill found some relief from the tenseness in the air. Greed dipped his head deeply to Dusk's...father, and offered him a friendly smile. Dusk left his side, motioning him to follow her. He was hesitant to do so, but eventually did, coming to stand before Darkness with bewildered look in his eye and a mismatched charming smile. Best to ignore what he'd walked in on, Greed supposed.

Very pleased to meet you Darkness. I apologize for the nature of our introduction. I had not wished it to be...so abrupt. I mean no disrespect. Or not. I am one of the leader's of band of loners named The Order, residing in the midst of the Moonstone Lakes. Since meeting Dusk, I thought I owed Casa di Cavalieri... His gaze shifted to Dusk. ...and your daughter a visit. The word vomit arose before he could stop it. He felt like kicking himself. Why did his composure seem to fly away on a light breeze when it came to Dusk? Her father was certainly very disconcerting. Amber hues searched his rough gaze for any sign of forgiveness or acceptance.
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POSTED: Sun May 26, 2019 12:15 am

[[I can't get the coding to work today, so I'll translate below.]]

Nearly leaping from his skin, the stranger that Dusk was with spun around and locked eyes with Darkness. He could feel his hackles lifting, even as the other immediately submitted, the small gestures lost on Darkness' lacking insight. There was a protective intensity in the father's gaze, more feral than the majority of Casa might lean to, but it was intuitive considering the last male that had held his eldest daughter in their arms and what all of that lead to.

Dusk, however, knew her father best and knew exactly what she needed to do to ease him. Closing the distance brought Dusk closer to him, and her voice spoke even to him. The fact that he was a friend of more than one of his daughters breathed a little relief to him, as did the realization that being within Casa's walls, he should be a friend of the pack. Not all the apprehension had cleared, however. Tucking his weapon away, he turned to meet Dusk's gaze as she introduced Greed.

A name like that? It didn't bode well for the father, either way.

All of this having been dropped on him right after a nap had lead him to a little slower processing than usual, and usually, it was pretty slow. By Dusk's instruction, Greed stepped forward and gave Darkness more information, but by the way the other spoke, it was simple to see why Dusk might enjoy his company. A friend, she introduced him still.

This man, Greed, was polite enough. More vocal than Shaamah and Zetsubou had both been. A leader, no less, rather than a packless nomad. The idea came that if anything had happened to him, or to Casa, that Dusk might have someone to turn to. Darkness, in his raising, had not learned to be as polite. Returning to Dusk, he spoke to her on a terms that he could find the words that he'd need more freely,” Я не знаю Ордена. Ты был там? Говорит ли он правду о том, где он живет?” The question delivered to Dusk for the sake of his understanding, to make sure that what Greed had said was the truth, or if it should be doubted. Dusk wouldn't lie to him. Not after what had happened.

Darkness' lack of trust in other's had been the only thing that saved her life. He'd not let that doubt go to waste so early after such an event.

“Greid,” The man was very, very lucky that Darkness didn't pick up on his anxieties,” Yeu ahre allies teu Cahsa dee Cahvaleeri?” He questioned,” Hoew deid yeu meit my giourls?” More prying. Night hadn't brought up mention of him, much less had Dusk. While he trusted his daughter's judgement, he was made to inherently disagree with the innocence of the men they chose to associate with by association. The Hushhowl Patriach's experiences were much more powerful than a mannered tongue from a stranger.

[[Darkness to Dusk: I do not know the Order. You were there? Does he tell the truth about where he lives?]]


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