08-24-2008, 12:51 AM
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Bleh. Sorry for the wait OnO
500+
The darkness of the edifice darkened her vision, but her nose was not fooled. There was someone there in the dark. Cwmfen stood in the threshold as she waited for her eyes to adjust, her maw moving in a slow, wide arc to pinpoint the location of the other. There, she found him in the back. A low growl of uncertainty tickled her throat. She was technically the invader of the other’s space, but if he was coyote, he should not even be within the pack boarders. Conflict. Haku had said it. With the neighboring coyotes.
The male smelled of coyote, but there was something strange and lupine about that scent also that she had not noticed before. The black hackles bristled, causing the blue woad to stand out on her fur. Black pupils dialated as if threatening to swallow the luminescence of those strange orbs, yet they fell short. Having adjusted to the darkness, she found the laying form of the male before her, a safe distance away. Her head tilted slightly, made curious by his appearance. That body belonged to a coyote indeed, but the markings and the eyes... they said otherwise.
He broke the silence first—a greeting. Black, woad-banded auds flickered as if irritated by some insect buzzing nearby. The voice held the lilt of her ancestors. It was simply not something which she had expected. An uncertain silence followed as she remained where she stood with the rain beating behind her. The black tail swished, catching a drop or two as she considered the situation in which she had so willingly placed herself.
Cwmfen nic Graine moved past the threshold and to the left, watching the hybrid as she did. Black claws clicked softly upon the old wooden floors like a ticking clock, counting the moments of silence that passed between the two. The lean female didn’t sit when she found a decent spot, but remained standing once more. Her ears were pressed forward in a mildly aggressive manner, but otherwise her posture did not denote attack.
The woad-marked fae was of a leaner build than most of her Caledonian kind. Her father, the crow-wolf had been of the Korean wolves, and, while the brute himself was massive in size, the Asiatic wolves were of a leaner build than other wolves of the world. Her voice, too, when she spoke had in it a strange accent, filled by Caledonia but laced with Korea.
“Who are you?” The melodic alto was released with sharp thorns clawing the air. The words were not planned to be spoken so sharply; they simply became that way. The white orbs watched him in the dark warily, but there was enough distance between them for her to react should he decide to become belligerent. She wondered to herself yet again why the coyote-wolf hybrid had come within the pack boarders. To create trouble perhaps? A slight frown creased the femme’s brow. The novelty of pack life was indeed confusing to the simple female. “What are you doing within the boarders?” she demanded, her voice prancing in the air on dainty feet.
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Bleh. Sorry for the wait OnO
500+
The darkness of the edifice darkened her vision, but her nose was not fooled. There was someone there in the dark. Cwmfen stood in the threshold as she waited for her eyes to adjust, her maw moving in a slow, wide arc to pinpoint the location of the other. There, she found him in the back. A low growl of uncertainty tickled her throat. She was technically the invader of the other’s space, but if he was coyote, he should not even be within the pack boarders. Conflict. Haku had said it. With the neighboring coyotes.
The male smelled of coyote, but there was something strange and lupine about that scent also that she had not noticed before. The black hackles bristled, causing the blue woad to stand out on her fur. Black pupils dialated as if threatening to swallow the luminescence of those strange orbs, yet they fell short. Having adjusted to the darkness, she found the laying form of the male before her, a safe distance away. Her head tilted slightly, made curious by his appearance. That body belonged to a coyote indeed, but the markings and the eyes... they said otherwise.
He broke the silence first—a greeting. Black, woad-banded auds flickered as if irritated by some insect buzzing nearby. The voice held the lilt of her ancestors. It was simply not something which she had expected. An uncertain silence followed as she remained where she stood with the rain beating behind her. The black tail swished, catching a drop or two as she considered the situation in which she had so willingly placed herself.
Cwmfen nic Graine moved past the threshold and to the left, watching the hybrid as she did. Black claws clicked softly upon the old wooden floors like a ticking clock, counting the moments of silence that passed between the two. The lean female didn’t sit when she found a decent spot, but remained standing once more. Her ears were pressed forward in a mildly aggressive manner, but otherwise her posture did not denote attack.
The woad-marked fae was of a leaner build than most of her Caledonian kind. Her father, the crow-wolf had been of the Korean wolves, and, while the brute himself was massive in size, the Asiatic wolves were of a leaner build than other wolves of the world. Her voice, too, when she spoke had in it a strange accent, filled by Caledonia but laced with Korea.
“Who are you?” The melodic alto was released with sharp thorns clawing the air. The words were not planned to be spoken so sharply; they simply became that way. The white orbs watched him in the dark warily, but there was enough distance between them for her to react should he decide to become belligerent. She wondered to herself yet again why the coyote-wolf hybrid had come within the pack boarders. To create trouble perhaps? A slight frown creased the femme’s brow. The novelty of pack life was indeed confusing to the simple female. “What are you doing within the boarders?” she demanded, her voice prancing in the air on dainty feet.