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- Sankor Koios - 02-20-2009 "Aye.." Sankor agreed with the woman quietly as they moved on cautiously through the tunnels. He was silent once more as they had come upon his old densite, sortof a bachelor's pad away from the everyday worries that life with sisters and strange family beliefs had lead him to. The male smiled to himself as the strange glow from the lichens and moss made the tone of their pelts shift and change as he moved across the sandy floor towards the small crack in the wall where water trickled down into a pool and then disappeared underground once again a few feet away. He calmly laid down and stared at the dark black water as her words echoed in his ears. Turning his green flecked eyes towards her he smiled and shook his head slightly. "Only when I needed to find myself again.." he admitted. He had slept in the den before but it was rare that he slept there more than a few times a moon, yet he wondered if he would or should take it up as his real home now. Quickly he pushed that idea away as he remembered that he was here for his siblings, atleast for a while he should atleast stay close to Adelaida and wait for Alexey before deciding where his future was going. When the last words dropped from her maw he watched the motion of her shaking her head and then there was silence to follow. He left the silence be for a few moments before he spoke up. "This place is only as beautiful as the onlooker makes it.." He smiled bitterly as he sighed. "It could be nothing in the eyes of another.." and he could bet he could find one or two who would think nothing was amazing about strange glowing moss and a trickling pool in the underground. They'd probably find it creepy and want to be back on solid land where they knew what was above them and what was below and around them. He enjoyed the strange nothing that darkness held.. that only your imagination made possible. A soft smile was gifted to the land as he laid his head on his paws. - Cwmfen nic Graine - 02-21-2009 [html]
[/html] - Sankor Koios - 02-25-2009 He couldn't help but smile as he relaxed into the strangly warm place as she'd granted her approval. The rich coated male sighed to himself as the bubble of the waters seemed to steal away all the bitter words he'd spoken as within moments the ebony woman came to lay close by his side. He lifted his eyes to watch her a moment before settling back down, his eyes following her's as the waters seemed to steal her attention in their quiet flowing ways. The motion of her muzzle was followed yet his gaze lingered on the woman as he smiled at the words but didn't say anything, he was glad she approved of the cavern. "Good." he said simply. "It can be your sanctuary too if you like.." His voice drifted off a moment as he tried to regain himself at the suggestion. "Of course, you'd be able to discover other beauties as well in these lands.. " he cleared his throat as he flushed and turned his gaze away from the woman. He liked the idea of having a friend to share his place with and he didn't think that some of the other packmembers or his littermates would get the beauty of his strange den like Cwmfen did. He was glad that she did understand the simple nature of his world and that he'd made a good choice in sharing with her but no matter what he thought of the woman she was just a friend. Sankor had never really had a lasting relationship with anyone outside of travelling companions and none of them had actually been that sort of relationship. His thoughts were tossed aside as the woman reminded him of what he'd originally been looking for when he'd stumbled upon the lady once more. He chuckled softly and shook his head as he admitted. "No, I had actually just been hoping you could give me some help with who my new packmates are.." He didn't mind not knowing them, but atleast being able to recognize them from strangers or atleast from one another would be great. He wished that he'd listened more closely when his fellow travellers had spoken of packs and ranks and the works in the past, but he hadn't, so it seemed if Cwmfen was willing to help he'd have to play student to the warrior. - Cwmfen nic Graine - 03-01-2009 [html]
[/html] - Sankor Koios - 03-06-2009 -dies- that remark wasn't meant to have anything sexual to it.. I think I left some words out when I'd been typing. His warm brown eyes turned to glance at her when she responded. He was glad to know that she believed that she would and could find enjoyment out of the caverns and the den like palace with the strange glowing plant like matter that clung to the walls. His eyes moved away just as quickly as they'd looked upon the lady, the soft shift of the sands as she moved made his heart race in his chest but he stayed still, the soft warmth of her body, nearly close enough to touch made him aware of how he must of sounded as he blushed, glad she couldn't see the embarassment that lingered across his maw. It didn't take long to change the subject away from himself though as Cwmfen was pressed over to provide information to the new and eager member of the pack. His ears pricked forward as she began to speak, in order it seemed of their rankings or importance, which to him was perfect as he'd rather know who was the ones not to cross with ill words or the wrong actions. The discription of the Rosea made him wonder for a moment but just as quickly it was blown by, his Dreamspinner couldn't be the same figure as this leader of the pack he joined, there must be a million white wolves out there.. He figured he'd find out in time atleast. Cwmfen had moved on to the subleader, a darker fellow it seemed, Sankor frowned slightly at the words she spoke of but he didn't question her, he knew that once he met the fellow face to face and learned a little bit more about him that then he could make his own judgement, until then there was nothing he had but the little knowledge that his woad marked warrior was gifting to him. His warm brown eyes had caught the strange shiver that seemed to course through her pelt but he didn't raise to the alarm of it since she didn't seem to alarmed, though it made him curious. When she finally looked to him he smiled a friendly and open smile as she asked the simple question. He was honest in his sad reply. "Only you.." he said softly. So maybe he was just a bit selfish stealing the woad woman again for a day when he could have been finding new packmates to play with... but there was sometihng about her that just seemed to draw him into the mystic depths of those orbs. - Cwmfen nic Graine - 03-07-2009 [html]
[/html] - Sankor Koios - 03-08-2009 -fade, nothing happens, OK?!? Sankor is all talk no walk. - There could have been a million things that the male would have said to her had he been the fair roaming traveller on the roads he'd once paced upon, but he wasn't and those paths were no longer open to him. They were both packmembers of Dahlia de Mai and the choices and decisions that they made would linger between them like dreams or nightmares. The green flecked warm umber orbs seemed to flicker with amusement at the question she asked in the solitude that surrounded them. He was quiet though and made no reply for the longest time, not meant to cause her disappointment or fear that she had been a failure, she hadn't. No, infact the lady had been more of a wonder to the mahagony male than he could have imagined. He smiled softly as he spoke up, the words seeming to echo gently down the caverns as though to caress the two before disappearing into the night. "I don't think you could disappoint.." he said honestly, though his words gave no hint to what he was thinking beyond the friendship that was beginning to build between them the sparkle in his eyes and the slight smile seemed to wish for something more though the male didn't spur the conversation on, just letting it die away into the trickle of the spring and the glow of the lichen. |