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- Heath morte dre Soul - 06-06-2009 [html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... _table.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> table by req
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He didn’t mean to trespass, well of course he did. He just didn’t know he was. The male had a course that was set, before he even knew where it would take him. Many time he let himself wander, just move without a direct course engraved in his brain, but this day was different. Having spent time in the city once again, Heath returned to the shore with nothing in mind, at first. She had never left his thoughts, not even when the bottle he stole was empty and the sleep that same deep and dreamless. The moment the scent of the ocean drew him in like a familiar friend, Heath understood where he was headed. The memory of the landscape was vivid in his mind and the keen male knew the shortest way to get to his destination, but for some reason he took the longer route. He walked the beach, the day a clear and bright one and thought of what he would say. Never had he been so nervous to meet someone for a second time, but she made him different and Heath liked what he became.
The land smelled different, but he hadn’t noticed the distinct mark of a claimed space until he was deep within it. Woken from his endless thoughts Heath looked around with new eyes. The ocean crashed along at his left, its proper place, and he could imagine the cabin through the forest just paces ahead. But there was a different air around this place, and Heath could only described it as owned. He had been on his own for some time, and visited may pack lands. Each time he had felt as if he was walking on earth that no longer belonged to nature. It confused him, how such a thing could happen in such a short time and what it meant for the woman that he sought. It made him oddly worried, but he pushed the feeling away and kept his gait one of ease as he strolled down the beach. He would have the answers soon, he was almost there. - Jacquez Trouillefou - 06-08-2009 [html]
- Heath morte dre Soul - 06-08-2009 [html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... _table.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> table by reqHis dark coated hand laced his fingers through the short static mane that lined his head and neck. Beyond the stoic face, and the relaxed pasture the youth was nervous and uneasy. The call of the ocean begged him to be calm, calling for him to join the rhythmic rolling of its waves instead of feeling the thunderous unsteady beat of his heart. Both could be felt in the depths of his chest and heard in his ears. He didn’t like the sensation, it was far too close to fear, but it was the sort of fright he could not fight. It could only be shaken from his body and buried deep beneath the far more delightful anticipation. Bury it deep, the yearling spoke to himself.
Back strait the boy collected himself, readying for the inevitable disappointment of the empty cabin that he was about to find. He was sure that she would be gone, and a mixture of relief and despair suddenly came to him. Burying it deep beside all the rest of the emotions he refused to show or even feel, Heath felt his pace slow. Dark nose against the wind, there was something that spoke of the land and the new ownership that it was so obviously under. Gold eye widened as he heard a voice, but the surprised looked easily erased before turning to face the unknown man. He was the scent of meat, sharp liquor and of women, all decreasing in intensity as he noticed each. The lone hybrid stood before him, giving a sharp and gruff ”Hey”.
It took a brief moment to realize who this was, and the importance of his presence. He was standing on this beach, claiming this land (or Heath so assumed). The tawny, black accented male could not help but let the smile tease the corners of his mouth. He was a dog, that was obvious, whose domesticated features were like a punch strait to the face. Not even mentioning the lost limb, he was an interesting looking beast. Too busy taking in every detail of the best friend to a woman he remembered with an oddly innocent fondness, Heath spoke no more then the greeting. - Jacquez Trouillefou - 06-09-2009 [html]
- Heath morte dre Soul - 06-10-2009 [html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... _table.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> table by reqHe had a coat of burnt terracotta, mixed with a brighter orange. Maybe it was a dull fire, or the hue of warm burning firewood. Heath didn’t know what color to call the male, but it was an interesting one. One that would catch the eye of anyone interested enough to look. Heath sized him up. In the recesses of his mind this male was competition. In the part of him that thought of her in a way that was diligent patient and loyal, Jacquez meant opposition. But enough of him could be indifferent, making it possible for him to set such issues aside and gain knowledge from the man.
The words he spoke dripped with confidence, rightly so from a leader. Heath could tell that much, there was no image of the man bowing to or taking direction from any one. The thin hybrid saw the curved grin, and reluctantly had to look upwards to keep golden eyes of the strangers face. Keeping his mouth shut the male stared, wondering how steadfast this man truly was. Looking up towards the male Heath let their eyes compete, but in the end he had to look away. His neck was beginning to grow painful.
Heath casually looked to the ocean, as if there was nothing else better to gaze upon. Speaking without the excitement that the other male was hoping he would have, “I didn’t know there was such a place. Cour des Miracles... The French speaking boy said with a small shrug, resorting back to this normal self he found little amusement in such romantic names. I’m Heath. The yearling gave his own, to avoid the question that he had been given. He wasn’t sure how to explain his presence, not yet at least. He was certain that nothing had been said about his visit. It had been on neutral lands then, so nothing important to report. - Jacquez Trouillefou - 06-17-2009 [html]
- Heath morte dre Soul - 06-23-2009 [html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... _table.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> table by req
SOOOO sorry for making *you* wait. <3333333
Gold eyes looked on, returning and taking in the sight of him once again. For some reason it was hard for the male to look away, as a small part of him wanted to know so desperately what made his appealing to the little female that resided in his thoughts. If the male had know how untimely boring the king though of him Heath would have made an attempt to impress him, in some flashy way he could show his personality was not as yawn worthy as he believed. But Heath was hoping to show the more stoic, harder side of him. As a man’s man he wanted to give the presence of a solid, unyielding presence. But she was starting to wonder if he should not just play to the more vibrant side of him, make friends instead of enemies.
Nodding Heath gave a brief answer to the question of his name., Yup.. His listened then, the words flowing from the male’s mouth as if a steam over smooth rocks. Moving with ease and a small amount of bubbling with either excitement or eagerness. He was the leader here, a thing Heath had already figured. His name was extravagant, going perfectly with the rest of the package he presented. Heath thought about his question, quickly before answering with a new tone, Yes, very interested. He said with more enthusiasm then before. Wanting to stay away from the question of his original reason for being in his lands, Heath created his own subject.
How did you end up here? Heath had heard Ruri's depiction, but he was curious to know Jacquez's side of the story. - Jacquez Trouillefou - 06-26-2009 [html]
- Heath morte dre Soul - 06-27-2009 [html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... _table.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> table by req
i love it.
And then it started.
A far off place, south and humid and unbearable. Strays, savaging in cities without the security of packs. Pirates, ships, storm and then tragedy. The details whirled through the coyote hybrid’s mind, and old leaky tub, tempests and then! The shocking amputation of the dog’s arm. Everything bubbled in the young males mind, and Heath knew for certain how Jacquez Trouillefou because so eccentric. Heath frowned, but then at the last few words that the king spoke a smile crossed his gray molted face. How such a thing could be true? Heath found that he didn’t much care, for the facts were quite clear. He was here, arm lost by some way or another, finding a home with a few faithfuls. One that Heath had already met...
Quite a story. The male spoke, though not in skepticism but in honesty. Quite a story. And lucky to find your “follower”. Heath smiled at the image he let form in his mind. Jacquez… The male spoke, the smile still crossed over his face. Heath felt energized by the male’s story, not holding the chill he once felt towards the leader. If I had know I would be around royalty, I would’ve brought a gift. The city is stock piled with goods, and liquor. Gold eyes looked to see if he would be moved by the idea. |