01-25-2009, 12:20 AM
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avatar for Sankor ^=^;; Don’t have to use it, just playing around, haha
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Cwmfen felt the warm eyes of the mahogany male upon her, but she kept her own gaze away. For reasons unknown, even to herself, she could not find it in her to meet that gaze. Thus the white gaze remained fixedly upon the whiteness before her paws. There was a strange emotion she felt then—a mixture of a sadness and a wild need to either run or attack. Perhaps these very emotions attributed to the many contradictions of her strangeness, of her character. It was as if there was eternal conflict within her soul, as if, even alone, there was much to contend with. She found at times that this confliction was what she lived for—and no wonder, for she lived for war. Quietly, the warrior sighed to herself, though more in contentment, as if such thoughts had brought her a certain amount of peace rather than chaos. At least for now she was quieted, for in the company of Sankor there seemed no other choice. And when his tail brushed against her shoulder, she couldn’t help but flinch, for she had not shared contact with many others—save for Haku, who had, to say the very least, touched her.
Silently, she allowed Sankor to lead her to where ever he wished. Finding that she was content with this unknown, her banded paws quickened slightly as she pulled up closer to him, almost eagerly, for her natural curiosity had been imposed upon. The white orbs looked about, and she quickly found that she had never been here before. It was curious to find that even when she had made an effort to be thorough, she had missed so much. But rather than becoming discouraged, the female was encouraged, and she was delighted to be somewhere new. There was a bend in the path, and Sankor stopped, turning to her. They were here, he claimed, and so she pulled up to stand shoulder to shoulder, allowing her eyes to behold the sight.
Cwmfen caught her breath, for there was nothing like nature that could take her breath away. The song of the world here was different—almost silent, warm, and golden. It was a difficult thing to describe for the warrior—perhaps it was peace? Whatever it may be, she was pleased by it, and she could not help but smile now, as if such a gesture were a response to that song. And the smile now was as the song: at peace. "It’s beautiful," she breathed, and the words passed inaudibly from her maw. The locale of her den seemed a lesser parallel to this paradise. The quick eyes found the dark hole of the cave where there was none at her own abode, and she took a step toward it, inclined to enter that darkness. But she paused, turning to finally meet Sankor’s gaze. But she was silent and held the question only in her eyes.
avatar for Sankor ^=^;; Don’t have to use it, just playing around, haha
300+
Cwmfen felt the warm eyes of the mahogany male upon her, but she kept her own gaze away. For reasons unknown, even to herself, she could not find it in her to meet that gaze. Thus the white gaze remained fixedly upon the whiteness before her paws. There was a strange emotion she felt then—a mixture of a sadness and a wild need to either run or attack. Perhaps these very emotions attributed to the many contradictions of her strangeness, of her character. It was as if there was eternal conflict within her soul, as if, even alone, there was much to contend with. She found at times that this confliction was what she lived for—and no wonder, for she lived for war. Quietly, the warrior sighed to herself, though more in contentment, as if such thoughts had brought her a certain amount of peace rather than chaos. At least for now she was quieted, for in the company of Sankor there seemed no other choice. And when his tail brushed against her shoulder, she couldn’t help but flinch, for she had not shared contact with many others—save for Haku, who had, to say the very least, touched her.
Silently, she allowed Sankor to lead her to where ever he wished. Finding that she was content with this unknown, her banded paws quickened slightly as she pulled up closer to him, almost eagerly, for her natural curiosity had been imposed upon. The white orbs looked about, and she quickly found that she had never been here before. It was curious to find that even when she had made an effort to be thorough, she had missed so much. But rather than becoming discouraged, the female was encouraged, and she was delighted to be somewhere new. There was a bend in the path, and Sankor stopped, turning to her. They were here, he claimed, and so she pulled up to stand shoulder to shoulder, allowing her eyes to behold the sight.
Cwmfen caught her breath, for there was nothing like nature that could take her breath away. The song of the world here was different—almost silent, warm, and golden. It was a difficult thing to describe for the warrior—perhaps it was peace? Whatever it may be, she was pleased by it, and she could not help but smile now, as if such a gesture were a response to that song. And the smile now was as the song: at peace. "It’s beautiful," she breathed, and the words passed inaudibly from her maw. The locale of her den seemed a lesser parallel to this paradise. The quick eyes found the dark hole of the cave where there was none at her own abode, and she took a step toward it, inclined to enter that darkness. But she paused, turning to finally meet Sankor’s gaze. But she was silent and held the question only in her eyes.