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- Anu - 01-13-2012 [html] p. [/html] - Anatole Aston - 01-20-2012 [html]
The night with the seductive woman had left his mind in a state of primeval delight. He had not known her name, nor did he truly care for it now. Pheromones had kept his mind carefully blank, driven only by instinct and the drives of all men. When they had finished he had left her, for better or worse, and begun the trek back to AniWaya. He rolled in fresh snow to wash away the sex-scent, and licked himself clean afterwards. Anatole reeked only of his own musk, still hot-to-trot from the liaison of the previous night, and the pack with whom he now resided in. The destination was not far now, and he did not tarry to hunt or fill any other need. He would sleep when he returned, and he would sleep well. He did not intend to cut so close to the unfamiliar pack’s border, but the mistake was recognized quickly. Anatole veered away from the scents, though he slowed to inspect them. Two females led here, and they were both older than he. Several other scents dotted the area, but he did not have the patience to sort through them. He could smell that this was one of the peculiar scents on AniWaya’s borders and had he been a wiser wolf, he might have recognized why. Instead, he lifted his head and continued on his way, moving quickly as to avoid any problems. #anatole-sun { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #anatole-sun p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #anatole-sun p.anatole-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #anatole-sun .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #anatole-sun .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #anatole-sun b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #anatole-sun u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #anatole-sun b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Anu - 01-20-2012 [html]no prob! [/html] - Anatole Aston - 01-20-2012 [html]
A noise from behind caused him to still almost instantly. He had been upwind and not caught her scent, and so when the order came he responded to it with surprise. Anatole jerked around, his head high and his tail even with his body. Yet on neutral territory he had no need to submit, no fear of rank; but he was close enough to the borders of Crimson Dreams to recognize he was playing a dangerous game. Dark ears remained high, affirming his testosterone-driven idea of power, but he did not raise his tail above her. His size alone held him above the blue-gray she wolf, but he saw her age clearly and knew from the way she held herself that she was one of the leaders of this place. He remained still, unsure of himself, and said nothing. If she had wanted him from her command she would make the reason known soon. There was an obvious and unwelcoming air about her, and he considered leaving quickly. Still, what harm would it do to try and do his job? While he was aware of the conflict between these two places, he was a stranger yet ignorant of the sheer depth and still-aching wounds of such a thing. Anatole finally spoke, his deep accented voice speaking of his native land and the French roots still present in those wolves who resided there. “I’m a scout; I’m just on my way home.” #anatole-sun { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #anatole-sun p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #anatole-sun p.anatole-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #anatole-sun .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #anatole-sun .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #anatole-sun b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #anatole-sun u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #anatole-sun b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Anu - 01-20-2012 [html]Anu could be a little blustery, and try to intimidate but she's not much of an 'attacker' lol but she'd love to chase him outta there. [/html] - Anatole Aston - 01-21-2012 [html]
There was a significant difference between them; despite his desire to follow and to obey, he was naturally arrogant. This was from his mother, who had installed within him the inability to ever truly follow. While one could bow and one could conform, he often found opposition when he felt dominance was not warranted. This was not her land, this half of the border, and that singular fact filled him with the ability to behave as if he was somehow given the right to such a thing. Never mind, of course, that he was still coming down from the high of dominating a woman physically and sexually. Black ears fanned back, but his posture remained defiant. “I’m not spying on you,” he spat, feeling her eyes accusing him. Did she think of them as so lowly? He was ignorant of the horrors committed upon her; ignorant that she had a very real reason to hate his tribe and to blindly hate him as well. “Just calm down, lady,” he added, tail swishing once behind him. There was no outspoken aggression from her, but the air was radiating with the distrust and unresolved discord of a war not so long forgotten. #anatole-sun { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #anatole-sun p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #anatole-sun p.anatole-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #anatole-sun .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #anatole-sun .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #anatole-sun b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #anatole-sun u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #anatole-sun b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Anu - 01-23-2012 [html] [/html] - Anatole Aston - 02-18-2012 [html]
Had she been a male, he would have responded to her challenge in a different way. Instinct did not allow him to attack her, however; she was not only a woman but an older woman and thus demanded the need to retreat father than face her. As the grayish shape advanced he took a tentative step back, ears folding down. As he moved, he felt a stronger urge to confront this feeling, but he did not wish to tempt a woman, least of all one that would push him against a whole pack. Quickly, he wheeled and made off at a sharp trot. It was a graceful retreat but one that showed his obvious discomfort. Pale feet picked up to a trot as if she might follow behind him, and when he was beyond the edge of their border he quickened this to a jogging pace that carried him away quickly, unsure as if she would be on his heels as he most certainly imagined was possible. #anatole-sun { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #anatole-sun p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #anatole-sun p.anatole-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #anatole-sun .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #anatole-sun .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #anatole-sun b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #anatole-sun u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #anatole-sun b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] |