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- China Rose Lykoi - 04-11-2012 [html] Early morning, Borgata Colotl, outskirts of the Ruins Dawn broke across the northern sky, pale and fragile, the dim night retreating into the depths of the world as soft eggshell blue spread across the heavens. She awoke, alone - This was unsurprising, for Itachi slept shortly, and rose early. The scent of him still clung to the pile of furs that made up their bed, and as consciousness slowly crept over her, China snuggled tightly into the furs, clinging onto the remnants of warmth where his body might have been.
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Draugr was a creature comfortable with both day and night, cold and warmth. The world around her simply was -- immutable as it was, she was powerless to change her surroundings. She could no more force the sun to rise than she could turn her own skin from wolf to bear -- so it was that each season and each time of day went without notice on her part. Sunrises were beautiful, but they occurred daily, and young as she was, she had seen enough of them to begin finding them commonplace.
The sharp chill of morning was not so cold as it was in the depths of winter, and the drab-hued wolfdog knew the cold would disappear with the golden light of morning. Fog clung low to the earth, and she trotted through it in her four-legged form, low to the ground. She sought a meal or a plaything or a conversation, any of the above. Dra had not yet mastered the art of entertaining herself with thought or other quiet activities, and she frequently required a companion to keep herself entertained. Her rank saved her the troubles of the adult world, though she was aware of her pack's current situation. Still, it did not concern her until she undertook her task, and she still felt she was not yet ready for such things.
The deep beige youth prowled close to a small pool, a dip in the earth that was fed by rainwater or an underground stream, but stopped a moment to peer over the water's edge at herself. Draugr had no mirror and was unfamiliar with her own face. The adult's gaze that stared back at her was surprising, and the youth settled to her haunches and leaned closer to the water, lavender eyes narrowing as she studied the darkness of her own muzzle, the pale silver blaze between her eyes, and even the odd color of her fur. It was almost red-brown, almost gray, but not quite either of the two. It almost was the color that ran along mama Siv's belly, she knew, but not quite that shade, either. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 04-25-2012 [html] Slowalaine strikes again The empty hillocks rolled away from her, vast and dotted with copses of pine and crumbling remnants of stone. There was something truly entrancing about the land here, and China allowed herself to contemplate it, as she meandered slowly amongst these relics. The girl had a poetic soul, and noted beauty in most everything - Such was the way she had been raised, back in the days of Juniper Peace. Each dawn palette was a blessing, each birdsong another little joy. Perhaps it was these teachings, this method of life, that had saved her from the pits of despair. Few these days seemed to see the beauty in much. More likely, it was another weakness that made her exploitable, another flaw in the beautiful female's sickly interior.
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The sounds of an approach caught the wolfdog's ears, and she held herself there, seated beside the pool. Her ears twitched atop her head, rotating this way and that as she sought the source of the sound. It grew larger, and as she identified its location, another came sliding through the underbrush and into the opening in the trees. Dra did not startle at this, but looked at the woman with strikingly pale eyes, her face calm. This one smelled of Salsola and was, without a doubt, a fellow packmember. There was nothing to fear here.
Nothing and less, for the woman seemed almost afraid of Draugr. She dropped the thing she'd been carrying, and it slid down to reveal a slight form, more slim and dainty and petite than Dra could ever hope to be. There was no jealousy within the dust-hued wolfdog, however, and she merely looked on the other woman's body with an appreciative glance, entirely lacking in any desire. Dra was not yet a sexual being -- while she had an inkling here and there.
Hello, the youth murmured, pale eyes once again on the woman's face. Her four-legged form was not quite dwarfed by the silver woman, but Dra did have to look up at her, all the same. I'm Draugr, I don't think we've met, she said, introducing herself with an uncertain smile. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - China Rose Lykoi - 05-23-2012 [html] I suck so bad, I don't even- There was an inherent nervousness to her now, that had not always been there. Once, she had been like her sisters - A carefree thing, a flickering flame that danced and danced in the darkness. But her heat had been doused by a madman with red eyes and a sinner-price who held his blood, and her blood, in his veins. Now she was a flighty thing, taught to be so by their cruel world.
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Draugr was not used to the emotion of fear -- it was perhaps her inexperience which led to the delay in realizing just what the silvery coyote was showing her. The wolfdog gawked quizzically at the rust-splashed woman, not comprehending until she took the deep inhales of breathing meant to steady oneself. Then, and only then, did the Associate recognize the fear smell on the silvery woman. She withdrew, scooting back a step or two, pale eyes curious and almost afraid herself. Why was she afraid? She smelled like Salsola, she was was of Salsola -- what did she have to fear? Perhaps they were being attacked again -- but no alarm had been sounded. The air was still and quiet as it had been moments ago.
The drab hybrid was almost afraid the woman would run, but she blinked, and then spoke. It was only a word -- or perhaps a sound -- but it was something. She looked around, ascertaining their isolation, and spoke again, recognizing her nakedness and picking up the hide she'd dropped. Draugr settled to her haunches slowly, a gesture rife with uncertainty. Why are you afraid? We're in Salsola. There's no one who can hurt us here, the wolfdog said, tone far more curious than it was chiding. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] |